Karups
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the room, gilding the dust motes that danced in the still air between us. His gaze was a tangible warmth, a slow, deliberate caress that started at my temple and traveled down to the curve of my neck. I felt my breath catch, a soft, shaky thing as he lifted a hand, his knuckles barely grazing my cheekbone. The scent of his skin, clean linen and something uniquely him, wrapped around me like a second embrace. My own fingers trembled as they found his, our palms pressing together in a silent, sweaty pact. He leaned in, his forehead gently resting against mine, and the world narrowed to this single, breathless point of contact. A quiet sigh escaped my lips, not of surrender, but of profound recognition, as if my soul had finally found its echo. The space between our mouths hummed with unspoken words, a magnetic pull that was both terrifying and inevitable. When his lips finally met mine, it was not a collision but a homecoming, a tender exploration that tasted of shared vulnerability and infinite promise. In that endless, gentle kiss, every guarded door within me swung open, bathing my heart in a light I never knew I was missing.
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