Karups
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The fading afternoon sun cast long, golden fingers through the window, illuminating dust motes that danced around Julia James like shy fireflies. She stood perfectly still, her breath catching as his gaze, warm and heavy as a summer blanket, settled upon her. The air itself seemed to thicken, charged with a silent, humming anticipation that made her skin prickle. He stepped closer, the space between them dissolving into the faint, clean scent of his skin and the soft sound of his breathing. His hand rose, not to grasp, but to gently trace the line of her jaw with the back of his fingers, a touch so feather-light it was almost a memory. A shiver, delicious and uncontrollable, cascaded down her spine, and she felt her knees tremble as if the very floor had softened beneath her feet. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the profound language of his dark, searching eyes, which seemed to see straight into her soul. Her own lips parted in a silent sigh, a wordless admission of a longing she had kept locked away for so long. The warmth of his nearness seeped into her, a comforting heat that promised both safety and thrilling danger. And as his forehead gently came to rest against hers, she closed her eyes, surrendering completely to the overwhelming, beautiful tide of emotion.
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