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The city slept below us, a blanket of scattered stars mirroring the one above, as Violet’s head found its familiar resting place upon my shoulder. Her scent, a delicate mix of night-blooming jasmine and warm skin, wove itself into the very air I breathed. I felt the soft exhalation of her sigh against my neck, a silent language that spoke of utter contentment and trust. My fingers traced idle, gentle patterns along the curve of her arm, feeling the delicate goosebumps that rose in answer to my touch. In the quiet dimness, the world narrowed to this single point of connection, this sacred space we built between our intertwined bodies. The soft rustle of cotton sheets accompanied her slight shift, bringing her closer until I could feel the steady, comforting rhythm of her heart. A profound tenderness swelled within my chest, so immense it threatened to eclipse the moon itself. Her hand found mine, our fingers lacing together in a perfect, unspoken promise that needed no words. In that suspended moment, time held its breath, and every worry simply melted away from my mind. We were not two, but one complete entity, adrift in the profound peace of the blissful night.
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