Karups
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The city slept under a blanket of stars, its distant hum a soft lullaby as his fingers found hers, their touch a question and an answer all at once. A breath caught in her throat, not from fear, but from the sheer weight of the tenderness she saw reflected in his gaze. He moved closer, the warmth of his body a gentle promise against the cool night air, and she felt her own resolve begin to soften and unwind. His knuckle traced the line of her jaw, a whisper of a touch that sent shivers cascading down her spine. She leaned into the caress, her eyes fluttering closed, surrendering to the silent language their bodies were speaking. In that suspended moment, the world narrowed to the space between their shared breaths and the frantic, hopeful rhythm of her own heart. A soft sigh escaped her lips as his forehead came to rest against hers, a gesture of such profound intimacy it felt more vulnerable than any kiss. She could feel the unspoken words passing between them, a current of longing and deep affection that needed no sound. Every nerve ending seemed to awaken, hyper-aware of the simple pressure of his hand on the small of her back, a steady anchor in a swirling sea of new sensation. This was the unraveling, not a coming apart, but a gentle unfurling into a love she had only ever dared to dream of.
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