Karups
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The world outside the rain-streaked window blurred into a watercolor of gray and gold, the distant city lights smearing like fallen stars. He stood close enough for me to feel the warmth radiating from his skin, a silent invitation in the hushed space between us. My fingers, trembling slightly, traced the line of his jaw, learning its landscape with a tender curiosity. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he leaned into my touch, his eyes holding a universe of unspoken promises. His hand found the small of my back, a gentle pressure that pulled me into the solid comfort of his frame. I could feel the frantic rhythm of his heart echoing the wild drumming in my own chest, a syncopated beat of shared longing. His forehead rested against mine, our breath mingling in the cool air, creating a private cloud of warmth. Every nerve ending felt alive, hyper-aware of the slight shift of his shirt against my bare arms and the scent of rain and sandalwood clinging to him. In that suspended moment, the past and future melted away, leaving only the profound truth of our connection. It was a silent conversation of souls, a perfect, breathless collision where the entire universe seemed to hold its breath with us.
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