Karups
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The last amber light of day bled through the canopy, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to move in time with their whispered laughter. Her fingers, feather-light, traced the delicate line of his jaw, a question asked without a single word spoken. He answered by leaning into her touch, his eyes closing as a sigh escaped his lips, a sound of pure, unguarded surrender. The air itself grew heavy with the scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine, a perfume that made her head spin with a dizzying warmth. She could feel the frantic rhythm of his heart where her palm rested against his chest, a wild drumbeat echoing the longing in her own. When his hand finally settled on the small of her back, it was not a demand but an invitation, pulling her into the shelter of his embrace. Their foreheads touched, a silent communion where breaths mingled and the world outside their secluded grove simply ceased to be. Every nerve in her body felt alive, humming with an electric current that started where their skin met and spread like wildfire. In that suspended moment, there was only the language of shared glances, the poetry of trembling hands, and the profound ache of a desire too immense for words. It was a promise of something new, fragile, and breathtakingly beautiful beginning in the hushed stillness of the gathering night.
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