Karups
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The moon cast a delicate silver filigree through the window, illuminating the quiet space where they stood. His hand found the gentle curve of her waist, a touch so tentative it felt like a question whispered into the stillness. She leaned into his solid warmth, her head finding its natural resting place against his shoulder as a soft sigh escaped her lips. He lowered his head, his breath a warm caress against her temple, and the world outside their shared silence ceased to exist. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, a slow, deliberate exploration that made his heart hammer against his ribs. When their eyes finally met, the unspoken longing there was a language more profound than any words they could utter. He closed the small distance, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was not a demand, but a tender promise. It started softly, a mere brush of skin, then deepened into a slow, melting fusion of breath and being. A shiver, not of cold but of pure, undiluted feeling, coursed through her, and she felt his arms tighten around her in response. In that suspended moment, there was only the taste of his kiss and the overwhelming sensation of two souls finally, completely, coming home.
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