Karups
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The evening air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine, clinging to our skin like a whispered promise. His hand found the delicate curve of my lower back, a simple touch that sent a tremor through my entire being. I leaned into the solid warmth of his chest, hearing the frantic rhythm of his heart echo my own. Our foreheads gently touched, a silent conversation passing between us in the hushed stillness. His gaze, dark and intense, held mine, stripping away all my carefully constructed defenses. A slow, tender smile graced his lips, and I felt an answering flutter deep within my soul. My fingers traced the line of his jaw, learning its landscape with a reverent curiosity. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, this breathless space where only we existed. Every sigh, every shared glance, wove an invisible thread pulling us closer into a shared universe of feeling. In that suspended moment, I was utterly and completely known, lost in the quiet storm of his embrace.
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