Karups
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The city lights blurred beyond the rain-streaked window, a distant galaxy that paled against the universe in your eyes. Your fingers, tracing a slow path from my temple to my jaw, felt like the first warm drops of a summer storm. I could feel the whisper of your breath against my skin, a delicate rhythm that answered the frantic beat of my own heart. The scent of your perfume, a faint mix of jasmine and rain, wove an intoxicating spell in the scant space between us. Every movement you made was a quiet poem, a language of arched brows and soft, lingering glances that I was only just learning to read. When your hand settled on my chest, over the wild drumming there, it felt less like a touch and more like a homecoming. A soft sigh escaped your lips, a sound so vulnerable it made my soul ache with a tenderness I had no name for. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the warmth of your palm and the unspoken promise in your gaze. I felt myself unraveling, not into pieces, but into a deeper truth I had been too afraid to want. This was not a collision, but a gentle, inevitable merging of two separate silences into one perfect, breathless harmony.
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