Karups
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The evening air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine, clinging to our skin as our eyes met across the dimly lit room. A slow, silent understanding passed between us, pulling me closer until I could feel the warmth radiating from your body. Your fingers, trembling slightly, traced the line of my jaw, sending a cascade of shivers down my spine. I leaned into your touch, my breath catching as your hand came to rest gently on the small of my back. The world outside faded into a distant hum, leaving only the frantic rhythm of my heart echoing in my ears. You lowered your forehead to mine, our shared breaths mingling in the small space between our lips. Every nerve ending felt alive, hyper-aware of the gentle pressure of your leg against mine. A soft sigh escaped me as I felt the solid, steady beat of your heart beneath my palm. In that suspended moment, words were unnecessary, for our bodies spoke a fluent, aching language of their own. We were lost in a silent symphony of longing, a perfect, breathless prelude to a kiss I could already taste.
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