Karups
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The evening began with soft candlelight casting dancing shadows across the room, their golden glow a silent promise. He led her by the hand, his thumb tracing slow circles on her palm, a touch that spoke volumes without a single word. Her breath caught as she noticed the trail of rose petals leading toward the bedroom, each one a velvet secret laid down just for her. Inside, the air was warm and smelled faintly of sandalwood and her favorite perfume, a scent he must have remembered for months. He turned her to face him, his gaze so intense she felt it like a physical caress, warming her from the inside out. His fingers, trembling slightly, brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek, his touch feather-light and achingly tender. A soft, whispered confession hung between them, not of words, but of a shared, breathless anticipation that made her heart flutter wildly. She leaned into his solid strength, her forehead resting against his, feeling the unspoken emotion thrumming in the quiet space between their bodies. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the sound of their synchronized breathing and the overwhelming sense of being utterly cherished. This was more than a surprise; it was a language of love, spoken in glances, gentle touches, and the beautiful, unexpected poetry of being truly known.
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