Karups
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The world outside the rain-streaked window blurred into a watercolor of gray and green, forgotten. His thumb traced the delicate line of her jaw, a question asked and answered in the hushed silence between them. Her breath hitched, a soft flutter against his neck as she leaned into his touch, her own fingers finding the solid warmth of his chest. The air grew thick with the scent of damp earth and her faint, floral perfume, a dizzying cocktail that made thought impossible. Every nerve ending sang with the proximity of her, the heat of her skin seeping through the thin fabric of her dress. He could feel the frantic rhythm of her heart echoing his own, a wild, syncopated drumbeat against his ribs. When her eyes met his, they were deep pools of unwavering trust, reflecting the raw vulnerability he felt laid bare in his own soul. A single, stray tear escaped her lash line, and he caught it with his lips, tasting the salt of overwhelming emotion. In that suspended moment, there was no past and no future, only the profound rightness of their tangled limbs and shared breath. It was a silent confession, a promise whispered not with words, but with the entire language of their trembling bodies.
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