Karups
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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the dust motes that danced in the quiet air between us. My breath caught as your fingers, with a feather-light hesitation, traced the line from my wrist to the curve of my shoulder, a question whispered against my skin. A shiver, delicate and profound, traveled the length of my spine, awakening every dormant sense. I leaned into the solid warmth of your chest, my head finding its familiar hollow, listening to the frantic rhythm that mirrored my own. Your scent, a familiar blend of clean linen and the evening air, filled my lungs with each trembling inhale. Our foreheads touched, a silent covenant in the growing dusk, and the world beyond our shared breath simply ceased to exist. Your gaze held mine, a deep, unspoken ocean of feeling where all my fears quietly drowned. When your lips finally met mine, it was not a collision but a slow, tender merging, a homecoming I had ached for my entire life. Every gentle pressure spoke of promises and a vulnerability we now shared without reservation. In that endless, breathless moment, I felt not just loved, but truly, completely understood.
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