Karups
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The sultry evening air clung to our skin like a second secret as his fingers traced a slow, deliberate path from my wrist to the crook of my elbow. Each breath I took was a shared rhythm with his, a silent conversation in the dim, golden light of the room. His gaze held mine, a deep, smoldering intensity that made my heart flutter like a trapped bird against my ribs. I could feel the warmth of his body a mere whisper away, a magnetic pull I was powerless to resist. When his palm finally settled against the small of my back, a shiver of pure anticipation cascaded through my entire being. The world outside our quiet space dissolved into an indistinct haze of distant city lights and muted sounds. He leaned in, his forehead gently resting against mine, and I closed my eyes, drowning in the scent of his skin and the soft sound of his breathing. In that suspended moment, every unspoken promise and hidden desire swirled around us, tangible and electric. My hand found its way to his chest, feeling the steady, strong drumbeat that echoed my own chaotic pulse. This was more than a kiss waiting to happen; it was a profound, soul-deep ache of belonging, a perfect and tender collision of two hearts.
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