Karups
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The city slept, breathless and still beneath the oppressive, shimmering heat, while in our sanctuary, the only sound was the frantic whisper of the fan stirring the heavy air between us. His thumb traced the delicate line of my collarbone, a slow, deliberate caress that sent shivers across my fevered skin. I leaned into his touch, my eyes closing as I breathed in his scent, a mixture of sun-warmed cotton and something uniquely, intoxicatingly him. The world outside our window seemed to dissolve into a hazy dream, leaving only the palpable electricity arcing in the narrow space separating our bodies. His gaze, dark and intense, held mine with an unspoken question, and my silent answer was the slight, almost imperceptible tilt of my chin. A soft sigh escaped my lips as his fingers gently wove into my hair, cradling my head with an achingly tender reverence. Every nerve ending awoke, singing a desperate, silent hymn as the distance between us finally vanished. In that first, tender collision of our mouths, I tasted the sweet, salt-kissed promise of a long-awaited storm breaking. A single, perfect tear traced a path down my temple, not of sorrow, but of overwhelming, soul-deep relief. We were no longer two separate beings, but a single, burning constellation forged in the heart of the summer’s relentless fire.
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