Karups
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The summer air clung to their skin like a second silken layer, thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and distant rain. He watched her from across the rooftop, the city lights below painting her silhouette in soft, golden halos. When his fingers finally found hers, a current of pure warmth traveled up his arm, settling deep within his chest. Her head tilted back as his other hand traced the delicate line of her shoulder, a silent sigh escaping her parted lips. He could feel the frantic, hummingbird rhythm of her pulse beneath his thumb, a secret language only they understood. Closing his eyes, he breathed in the delicate fragrance of her hair, a mix of sunshine and vanilla that made his head spin. She leaned into him, her body molding against his as if they were two halves of a long-lost puzzle. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the space between their shared breaths and the tender pressure of his forehead against hers. A profound, aching tenderness swelled within him, so powerful it threatened to eclipse the very stars above. This was not merely a want, but a deep, resonant need to exist forever in this perfect, breathless harmony.
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