Karups
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The golden afternoon light spilled through the window, catching the dust motes dancing around them like tiny, suspended stars. He stood so close she could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, a silent promise that made her breath catch. His hand, calloused yet infinitely gentle, came up to cradle her jaw, his thumb tracing the delicate line of her cheekbone. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned into his touch, her own hands finding the solid strength of his back, pulling him nearer until not a sliver of daylight remained between them. The world outside, with its distant hum of life, faded into an indistinct blur, forgotten. Her eyes fluttered closed as he dipped his head, his forehead resting against hers, their shared breaths mingling in the quiet space. Every nerve in her body was alive, humming with a sweet, aching tension that yearned for release. She could taste the faint, clean scent of his skin, a fragrance that was uniquely and intoxicatingly him. In that suspended moment, time itself seemed to bend and stretch, holding them in a perfect, breathless eternity. This was not a beginning or an end, but a profound, wordless conversation spoken only with the heart.
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