Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The fading afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the quiet studio, each ray catching the delicate dust motes dancing in the air around Sophie. Her breath hitched softly as his knuckles gently grazed the line of her jaw, a touch so light it was almost a memory. She leaned into the warmth of his palm, her eyes closing as a profound sense of peace washed over her, quieting the world outside their hushed sanctuary. The scent of his skin, a familiar mix of clean cotton and the evening air, filled her senses completely. His thumb traced the curve of her bottom lip, a silent question that she answered with the slightest tremor of a smile. Every nerve in her body seemed to hum, attuned only to the rhythm of his breathing so close to hers. In that suspended moment, there were no secrets between them, only this unspoken language of tender glances and hesitant caresses. The soft rustle of her silk blouse was the only sound as he drew her closer, her head finding its natural resting place against his chest. She could feel the steady, strong beat of his heart beneath her cheek, a silent drum echoing her own frantic pulse. This was not a beginning or an end, but a perfect, breathless forever held within four silent walls.
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