Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The sultry summer air clung to our skin like a second layer, heavy with the scent of blooming jasmine and distant rain. Her eyes, dark pools of reflected moonlight, held mine with an intensity that made the world beyond our balcony disappear. A slow, tender smile graced her lips as she leaned closer, her breath a warm caress against my cheek. I felt the delicate weight of her hand as it settled in mine, our fingers intertwining in a silent, perfect language of their own. The gentle pressure of her shoulder against my arm sent a current of warmth flooding through my entire being. In that suspended moment, every whispered secret and shared laugh condensed into a single, breathless point of connection. The humid breeze danced through her hair, carrying the faint, intoxicating fragrance that was uniquely Isabel. My heart hammered a frantic, joyful rhythm against my ribs, a drumbeat echoing the passion simmering just beneath the surface. She rested her head against my shoulder, and I felt a profound sense of peace and rightness settle deep within my soul. We remained there, two silhouettes wrapped in the velvet night, breathing in the heat and the promise of us.
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