Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The evening air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine, a perfume that seemed to guide Natalie’s hesitant steps toward the soft glow of the lantern-lit garden. His gaze met hers from across the patio, a silent question that made her breath catch in her throat. As he approached, the world narrowed to the space between them, the distant music a mere whisper against the roaring in her ears. His hand, when it found the small of her back, was a warm and steady anchor, sending a cascade of shivers down her spine. She leaned into the touch, her head tilting back as his fingers traced a slow, deliberate path up her arm. Every point of contact felt like a tiny star igniting against her skin, a constellation of new and thrilling sensations. A soft sigh escaped her lips, not of surrender, but of profound recognition, as if her soul had finally found its missing rhythm. He leaned closer, his forehead gently resting against hers, their shared breath a warm, intimate cloud in the cool night. In that suspended moment, every fear and doubt melted away, replaced by a trembling, hopeful yearning that bloomed deep within her core. This was not a destination, but the beautiful, terrifying beginning of a journey she was finally ready to take.
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