Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The final minute of the year began to melt away as Olivia stood bathed in the kaleidoscope of fireworks blooming beyond the glass. A single, knowing glance from across the room was all it took, a silent summons that pulled him through the crowd until they were mere breaths apart. Her perfume, a faint whisper of night-blooming jasmine, wove around them as his knuckles gently grazed the line of her jaw. She leaned into the touch, her eyes closing as a soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound of pure surrender. The frantic energy of the celebration faded into a distant hum, their world shrinking to this single, suspended point in time. He could feel the frantic rhythm of her pulse where his thumb rested against her neck, a wild drumbeat matching his own. Her fingers traced the line of his collar, a delicate exploration that sent shivers cascading down his spine. In her gaze, he saw not just the reflected starbursts of the sky, but a profound and vulnerable hope. As the crowd’s countdown began to roar around them, he bent his head, his lips finding hers in a whisper-soft promise. It was a kiss that tasted of champagne and secrets, a silent vow exchanged in the heartbeat between one year and the next.
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