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 gaze held hers, a silent question that made her breath catch in her throat. She felt the warmth of his hand as it gently cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing the delicate line of her jaw. A shiver, not from cold but from a profound, awakening warmth, traveled the length of her spine. The world outside their quiet space seemed to dissolve into a distant, unimportant hum. He leaned closer, his forehead resting against hers, and she could feel the soft whisper of his exhale against her lips. In that suspended moment, every fear and hesitation melted away, replaced by a thrilling, undeniable pull. Her fingers found his, intertwining with a quiet certainty that felt like coming home. The air itself grew thick with unspoken promises and the sweet, aching tension of anticipation. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to the gentle tide of feeling, letting it carry her toward a horizon ablaze with tender fire.
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