Karups
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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the dust motes that danced between us. I watched the delicate curve of your neck as you turned, a silent question in your glistening eyes. My breath caught when your fingers, feather-light, brushed a stray thread from my sleeve, the touch sending a shiver through my entire being. The air grew thick with the scent of your perfume, a intoxicating blend of night-blooming jasmine and warm skin. A soft, hesitant sigh escaped your lips, and I felt an answering ache deep within my chest. I reached out, my thumb tracing the line of your jaw, feeling the frantic pulse beating there in time with my own. The world outside the window ceased to exist, narrowed to this single, breathless moment of anticipation. You leaned into my palm, your warmth seeping into my skin, a wordless confession that unraveled my last thread of composure. In the quiet intimacy of that room, every unspoken yearning hung palpable between us. I knew then, with a certainty that shook my soul, that I was utterly and completely yours.
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