Karups
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The rain traced silver paths down the windowpane, blurring the city lights into a soft, golden haze. He stood behind her, his breath a warm whisper against the nape of her neck, his hands resting gently on her waist. A shiver, delicate as a falling leaf, coursed through her, and she leaned back into the solid comfort of his chest. His fingers began a slow, tentative exploration, tracing the elegant line of her collarbone, each touch a silent question and a profound answer. She turned within his embrace, her eyes meeting his in the dim light, finding a universe of unspoken longing reflected there. His thumb brushed her lower lip, a gesture so tender it made her heart ache with a sweet, heavy rhythm. They swayed slightly, a silent dance to the rhythm of their own quickening pulses, their foreheads touching. In that breathless space, every glance was a confession and every sigh a shared secret. The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the intoxicating warmth of their shared skin and the electric charge humming between them. This was a language older than words, a conversation written not with sounds, but with the soul.
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