Karups
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The city lights blurred beyond the rain-streaked window, a distant galaxy of gold and silver against the deep velvet of the night. His hand found the small of my back, a warm, steady pressure that sent a silent tremor through my entire being. I leaned into his touch, my head finding its natural resting place against the solid strength of his shoulder, breathing in the subtle, clean scent of his skin. A soft sigh escaped my lips, not of weariness, but of profound relief, as if I had finally arrived home after a long and lonely journey. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path up my spine, each vertebra a whispered secret beneath his touch, awakening a deep, humming warmth within me. Our eyes met, and in that silent exchange, the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the electric space between our shared breath. He leaned his forehead against mine, his breath a soft caress against my lips, a promise hovering in the intimate space he created. My heart was a wild, fluttering thing, beating a rhythm that echoed the frantic, joyful dance of the rain against the glass. Every fiber of my being was acutely, painfully aware of his proximity, a magnetic pull that felt both terrifying and utterly inevitable. In that suspended moment, the thrill of the unexpected gave way to the profound peace of a long-awaited surrender.
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