Karups
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The rain traced delicate patterns on the windowpane, blurring the city lights into a soft, golden haze as his fingers found mine, our palms pressing together with a familiar, electric warmth. Across from us, her laughter was a low, melodic sound that seemed to settle deep within my soul, and when her gaze met mine, the air grew thick with unspoken understanding. He shifted closer, his breath a soft caress against my neck, while her hand came to rest gently on my knee, a touch so light yet so profoundly grounding. I closed my eyes, lost in the symphony of sensations—the scent of his cologne mingling with her delicate perfume, creating an intoxicating cloud around us. His lips brushed my temple, a tender promise, just as her fingers intertwined with his over my shoulder, connecting us in a silent, perfect circle. A shared sigh passed between us, a release of all the guarded walls we had built, leaving only raw, vulnerable affection in its wake. In that suspended moment, I felt not like one, but as part of a greater whole, cherished and seen from two different, beautiful angles. The world outside ceased to exist, the only reality being the gentle weight of his arm around me and the comforting pressure of her head resting against my own. Every glance, every soft whisper exchanged, was a thread weaving us tighter into this fragile, exquisite tapestry of feeling. We were a constellation of three, burning brightly in the quiet, intimate dark, bound by something far deeper than mere touch.
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