Karups
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The fading sun bled gold and violet across the room, catching in the dust motes dancing between us. His gaze was a tangible warmth, a slow, deliberate caress that made my breath catch in my throat. I felt the whisper of his knuckles tracing the line of my jaw, a touch so light it was almost a memory. My own hands found the solid plane of his back, feeling the shift of muscle beneath his shirt as he leaned closer. The air grew thick with the scent of his skin and the silent, heavy promise hanging between us. A soft sigh escaped my lips, not of words, but of pure feeling, a surrender to the current pulling us together. He rested his forehead against mine, our shared breath a fragile, humid bridge in the quiet space. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the frantic rhythm of my heart echoing his. Every nerve ending awoke, singing with the anticipation of his nearness, a delicious, aching tension. It was a silent conversation of trembling touches and searching eyes, a beautiful, unspoken truth finally set free.
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