Karups
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The moon cast long, silver fingers through the window, illuminating the quiet space between us where unspoken words hung thick in the air. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs as his gaze, heavy with unasked questions, traced the line of my jaw. A single, hesitant touch of his fingertips to my wrist sent a cascade of shivers dancing up my arm, each one a tiny promise. The scent of rain on his skin and old books from the shelves wrapped around me, an intoxicating blend of the familiar and the new. I felt the solid warmth of his chest as he leaned closer, his breath a soft caress against my temple, stirring the loose strands of my hair. Every rational thought dissolved like sugar in warm tea, leaving only the raw, aching need to close the remaining distance. His lips found mine in a whisper of a kiss, so tender it felt like a secret being confessed. A soft sigh escaped me, a sound of surrender and longing I didn’t recognize as my own. In that suspended moment, the world fell away, leaving only the profound rightness of his arms around me. This was more than a kiss; it was a homecoming for a soul I never knew was lost.
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