Karups
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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the curve of Lucy’s smile as she turned toward me. Her fingers, feather-light and warm, traced a slow, deliberate path from my wrist to the sensitive skin of my inner arm, leaving a trail of shimmering awareness in their wake. I could feel the quiet rhythm of my own heart begin to quicken, its beat a silent drum answering the unspoken call in her darkened eyes. The air itself grew thick and sweet with the scent of her perfume and the promise hanging between us. A soft, breathy sigh escaped her lips as she leaned closer, her forehead gently resting against mine in a moment of perfect stillness. In that suspended silence, the entire world narrowed to the space our bodies shared, a sanctuary built from shared breath and trembling anticipation. Every nerve in my body felt alive, humming with a current that flowed directly from her touch to the very core of my being. The way her gaze held mine spoke of a deep, yearning vulnerability that mirrored the ache swelling within my own chest. It was a language of longing written in the slight part of her lips and the gentle pressure of her hand now cradling my jaw. This was more than a moment; it was a beautiful, terrifying freefall into a feeling I never wanted to end.
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