Karups
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the room, painting your silhouette in soft, warm light. My breath caught as your fingers, tentative as a whisper, traced the line of my jaw. A shiver, delicate and profound, traveled down my spine, awakening every sleeping nerve. Your gaze held mine, a silent conversation of longing and tender hesitation that made the world outside cease to exist. I leaned into your touch, my own hand finding the steady, comforting rhythm of your heartbeat beneath your shirt. The air grew thick with the unspoken, charged with a vulnerability that was both terrifying and exquisite. A soft sigh escaped my lips, not of sound, but of surrender, as your forehead gently rested against mine. In that suspended moment, we were not two people, but a single, trembling flame in the gathering dusk. The scent of your skin, warm and familiar, became my only anchor to reality. Every careful, searching touch felt like a promise and a question, weaving an invisible thread between our souls. This slow, sweet unraveling was a risk I would take forever, just to feel this profoundly, beautifully seen.
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