Karups
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The fading sun cast long, amber shadows across the quiet room, painting your skin in hues of gold and warmth. My fingers, tentative as a first breath, traced the delicate line of your shoulder, feeling the quiet tremor that answered my touch. A soft sigh escaped your lips, a sound more profound than any word, as you leaned into the solid comfort of my chest. I could feel the frantic rhythm of your heart begin to slow, syncing with my own steady pulse in the hushed stillness. Your head tilted back, your eyes closing not in retreat, but in surrender to the feeling unfolding between us. Every gentle press of my palm against the small of your back was a silent question, and the arch of your spine was its eloquent, trusting reply. The air grew thick with the scent of your perfume and the unspoken words hanging between our shared glances. In the quiet space between heartbeats, I felt the last of your reservations melt away like morning frost under a determined sun. A single, perfect tear traced a path down your cheek, not of sorrow, but of profound release, and I caught it with a reverent kiss. In that suspended moment, we were not two people, but one single, beating heart, finally unlocked and utterly free.
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