Karups
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The sun dipped low, spilling liquid gold across the tranquil lake, its fading warmth a final caress against our skin. His gaze was a tangible weight, a silent question that made my breath catch in the quiet space between us. I felt the whisper of his fingers tracing the line of my jaw, a touch so gentle it sent a cascade of shivers down my spine. The air itself felt thick and sweet with the scent of honeysuckle and the promise of a summer storm. When his hand found the small of my back, a jolt of pure, undiluted longing coursed through me, setting every nerve ending alight. He leaned in, his forehead resting against mine, and I could feel the frantic, matching rhythm of our heartbeats. The world narrowed to this single, suspended moment, to the heat of his skin so close to mine and the unspoken words hanging in the humid air. A soft sigh escaped my lips, not of surrender, but of profound recognition, as if my soul had finally found its home. His lips finally met mine in a kiss that was not a claiming, but a question, and my answer was the way my hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. In that endless, heated encounter, we were not two people, but a single, perfect flame dancing against the coming twilight.
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