Karups
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The rain traced silver paths down the windowpane, blurring the world beyond our sanctuary. His fingers, warm and sure, found the delicate curve of my neck, sending a tremor through my entire being. A soft sigh escaped my lips, lost in the quiet space between our almost-touching faces. I could feel the steady, strong rhythm of his heart beneath my palm, a silent drum answering the unspoken question in my eyes. The air itself grew heavy with the scent of his skin and the lingering promise of the night. His gaze held mine, a deep, quiet ocean in which I longed to willingly drown. Every nerve ending awakened, humming with a delicious, aching awareness of his proximity. When his lips finally met mine, it was not a collision but a slow, tender convergence, a secret finally whispered. The world contracted to this single point of contact, a fusion of breath and shared warmth. In that endless moment, we were not two people, but one soul wrapped in the hushed, sacred dark.
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