Karups
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The rain traced silver paths down the windowpane, blurring the city lights into a soft, golden haze as if the world outside had melted away just for us. His hand found mine, his thumb drawing slow, deliberate circles on my palm, each touch sending a wave of warmth that pooled deep within my chest. I could feel the steady, strong rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my cheek, a silent drum matching the unspoken words hanging in the air between us. His gaze held mine, so intense and vulnerable that I felt utterly seen, as if he were reading the secrets of my soul written in a language only he understood. The scent of his skin, a mix of clean linen and the night air, filled my senses, becoming the only fragrance that mattered in our secluded universe. A soft sigh escaped my lips as he leaned closer, his breath a warm caress against my skin that made my entire body tremble with anticipation. In that suspended moment, every fear and doubt dissolved, leaving only the raw, aching need to be closer, to dissolve the final space between us. When his lips finally met mine, it was not a collision but a homecoming, a gentle, searching conversation that spoke of longing and tender promises. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, a fusion of heat and softness that set my very blood alight with a quiet, radiant fire. I knew then, with a certainty that shook me to my core, that I was forever and irrevocably his.
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