Karups
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The city shimmered outside the window, a hazy dreamscape distorted by the relentless sun, but in our quiet sanctuary, the only heat was the gentle warmth of your skin against mine. Your fingers traced idle, languid patterns on my arm, each touch a silent sonnet that made my breath catch. I could feel the steady, reassuring rhythm of your heart where my head rested, a quiet drumbeat syncing with my own. The air was thick and sweet with the scent of summer rain on hot pavement, a promise of relief that had finally arrived. You turned, your eyes holding a soft, drowsy intensity that made the world outside simply cease to exist. A slow, tender smile graced your lips, and I felt an answering joy bloom deep within my chest, fragile and overwhelming. The whisper of cotton sheets accompanied your movement as you drew closer, your forehead gently coming to rest against mine. In that suspended moment, every unspoken feeling passed between us in a single, shared breath. The distant hum of traffic faded into a vague lullaby, a soundtrack for our private, perfect universe. I closed my eyes, utterly lost and completely found, knowing this was the only shelter I would ever need from any storm.
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