Karups
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The fading sun cast long, amber shadows across the room, gilding the dust motes dancing in the still air. His gaze was a tangible warmth upon her skin, a silent question that made her breath catch. She turned slowly, her eyes meeting his in a look that held entire conversations without a single word. He lifted a hand, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw with a reverence that felt like a prayer. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned into his touch, her own hand coming to rest over the steady, frantic beat of his heart. The world outside their quiet space ceased to exist, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric and their shared, unsteady breathing. He bent his head, his forehead resting against hers, a gesture of profound intimacy that spoke of both longing and patience. In that suspended moment, every nerve ending felt alive, humming with an electric anticipation. The air itself seemed thick with the scent of rain and her perfume, a heady mixture that clouded his thoughts. This was a language older than words, a slow, deliberate dance of souls converging in the gentle twilight.
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