Karups
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The city slept under a blanket of stars, but in this quiet room, the world was reduced to the soft cadence of our breathing. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along my collarbone, a touch so light it felt like a whispered secret against my skin. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the warmth that bloomed wherever his hand lingered, a flush of heat that had nothing to do with the summer night. The air itself seemed to thicken, charged with the unspoken words hanging between us, a thrilling, terrifying promise. He leaned in, his forehead gently resting against mine, and I felt the soft exhalation of his breath mingle with my own. In that suspended moment, every nerve ending awoke, humming with a delicious, aching awareness of his nearness. The scent of his skin, of clean cotton and the night air, wove an intoxicating spell around my senses. A soft sigh escaped my lips, not of surrender, but of profound discovery, as if I were finding a part of myself I never knew was missing. His thumb brushed my lower lip, a question asked without a single sound, and my heart hammered a frantic, joyous rhythm against my ribs. This was not a forever, but a perfect, burning now, an exquisite fling that felt, for tonight, like a forever all its own.
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