Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The summer air was thick and heavy, clinging to our skin like a second layer as we stood on the dimly lit balcony. The only sounds were the distant hum of cicadas and the frantic rhythm of my own heart, a drumbeat echoing in the quiet space between us. His gaze was a physical touch, warm and intent, tracing the line of my jaw before dropping to my parted lips. I felt a shiver, unrelated to the evening’s warmth, dance its way down my spine as he slowly closed the distance. His fingers, when they finally brushed a stray lock of hair from my cheek, were surprisingly cool against my feverish skin. The simple contact sent a jolt of pure lightning through my entire being, leaving me breathless and yearning. I could see the same raw emotion reflected in the dark depths of his eyes, a silent storm of longing and restraint. He leaned in, his forehead gently resting against mine, and the world narrowed to this single, charged point of connection. Our breaths mingled, a shared, shaky secret in the sultry night, and every fiber of my being ached to bridge the final, delicate space. In that suspended moment, the tension was not a wall, but a beautiful, heated promise of what was to come.
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