Karups
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The sun had long since vanished, leaving the sky bruised with violet and gold, and the warm, heavy air clung to their skin like a promise. He watched her from across the patio, the soft glow of string lights catching the sheen of perspiration on her collarbone. She turned slowly, her eyes meeting his with a languid, unspoken invitation that made his breath catch. As he moved closer, the scent of night-blooming jasmine and her faint, sweet perfume wrapped around them in an intoxicating cloud. His fingers, trembling slightly, traced the line of her arm from shoulder to wrist, feeling the delicate pulse fluttering beneath her skin. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned into his touch, her head tilting back to expose the graceful column of her neck. He could feel the incredible warmth radiating from her body, a silent testament to the desire simmering between them. In that suspended moment, the world narrowed to the space where their bodies almost touched, charged with a palpable, aching tension. Her hand came to rest on his chest, feeling the frantic, answering rhythm of his heart against her palm. They stood there, lost in the silent conversation of yearning glances and hesitant, seeking touches, two souls illuminated by the sultry, star-dusted night.
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