Karups
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The rain traced silver paths down the windowpane, blurring the city lights into a soft, golden haze as his fingers found hers, their touch a silent question in the quiet room. A shiver, delicate as a butterfly's wing, traveled up her spine when his thumb began its slow, hypnotic circles on her palm. She leaned into the solid warmth of his chest, her cheek resting against the soft wool of his sweater, breathing in his familiar scent of sandalwood and autumn air. His breath warmed her temple, a whispered promise that made her heart flutter wildly against her ribs like a captive bird. He cupped her jaw, his gaze holding hers with an intensity that stripped away all her carefully built walls, leaving her beautifully vulnerable. The world outside ceased to exist, the only sound the rhythmic drumming of the storm and the unsteady cadence of their shared breaths. When his lips finally met hers, it was not a collision but a homecoming, a tender exploration that tasted of longing and sweet surrender. Every nerve ending in her body awoke, singing a silent hymn as his hands traced the delicate curve of her shoulder blade, pulling her closer into their sacred space. A soft sigh escaped her, a sound of pure feeling she didn't recognize as her own, as she melted into the safe harbor of his embrace. In that suspended moment, they were not two souls, but one single, beating heart wrapped in the gentle darkness.
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