Karups
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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the dust motes dancing in the still air. His breath hitched as her fingers, feather-light, traced the line of his jaw, a silent question in the lingering touch. She leaned in, her forehead resting against his, and he could feel the frantic rhythm of her heart echoing his own. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, a shared warmth that seeped deep into his bones. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound that spoke of longing and a quiet surrender. He closed his eyes, drowning in the scent of her skin, a intoxicating blend of vanilla and night air. Every nerve ending felt alive, hyper-aware of the gentle pressure of her leg against his, a promise of closeness. In that suspended moment, words were unnecessary, their language written in trembling hands and searching glances. The air grew thick with unspoken confessions and the sweet, aching tension of anticipation. This was not a beginning or an end, but a perfect, breathless now, a universe contained within a single, shared heartbeat.
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