Karups
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The sun had long since surrendered to the velvet night, leaving behind a sultry heat that clung to our skin like a shared secret. Thea’s laughter was a soft melody under the starlight, a sound that made my heart beat in a rhythm I’d forgotten it knew. Her fingers, tracing idle patterns on my arm, sent shivers through me that had nothing to do with the warm breeze. I watched the way the moonlight caught the curve of her smile, a sight more breathtaking than any constellation above us. The air itself felt heavy with the scent of jasmine and unspoken longing, a perfume of pure anticipation. When her eyes met mine, I saw a universe of tenderness reflected back at me, a silent question hanging between us. She leaned in slowly, her breath a ghost of a caress against my lips, and the world narrowed to this single, suspended moment. My hand found the small of her back, pulling her closer until I could feel the frantic flutter of her pulse matching my own. In that embrace, every fear quieted, replaced by a profound and aching sense of coming home. We were two souls adrift, finally finding our anchor in the quiet heat of a summer night.
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