Karups
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The summer heat clung to our skin like a second layer, thick and heavy in the still evening air. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along my collarbone, leaving a trail of invisible fire in their wake. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation as his breath warmed the hollow of my throat, a soft sigh escaping my lips. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, a silent conversation spoken through trembling touches and racing hearts. He leaned in, his forehead resting against mine, our shared breath a humid promise in the lingering dusk. Every nerve ending felt alive, hyper-aware of the faint scent of his skin and the warmth radiating from his body. My hands found their way to his back, feeling the solid strength beneath his shirt, a anchor in the rising tide of my emotions. A deep, resonant longing bloomed within me, a fragile and beautiful ache that made my chest feel tight. In that suspended moment, the line between ourselves blurred, two separate beings merging into a single, breathless entity. The only sound was the frantic, hopeful rhythm of our hearts beating in perfect, desperate synchrony.
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