Karups
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The city slept under a blanket of stars, but within the quiet apartment, a different kind of energy hummed. His gaze was a tangible warmth that traveled over my skin, leaving a trail of invisible sparks in its wake. A single, hesitant touch on my wrist sent a tremor through my entire being, a silent question hanging in the air between us. My breath caught as his fingers traced the line of my jaw with an agonizing slowness that made the world shrink to this single point of contact. The air grew thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the unspoken words we were too afraid to voice. I leaned into his solid strength, my forehead resting against his, feeling the frantic rhythm of his heart echo my own. Every nerve ending felt alive, singing a desperate, hopeful song I had tried for so long to silence. In the profound quiet, a dam broke within me, releasing a flood of long-suppressed yearning and raw, unguarded emotion. His lips finally met mine in a kiss that was not a conquest, but a homecoming, a gentle exploration that set my soul ablaze. In that infinite moment, I was no longer hiding from the fire, but finally, beautifully, burning.
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