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, heavy with unspoken longing, found hers from across the softly lit space, a silent question that made her breath catch. She felt the warmth of his hand before it ever touched her skin, a phantom heat that promised everything. A single finger traced the delicate line of her collarbone, a whisper of a touch that sent a tremor through her entire being. She leaned into the solid comfort of his chest, her cheek resting against the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart. The scent of his skin, familiar and intoxicating, wrapped around her like a second embrace. Every gentle sigh that escaped her lips was a secret shared only with the twilight. In that suspended moment, the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the language of shared breaths and searching eyes. The air itself seemed to thicken with the weight of their mutual yearning, a beautiful, aching tension. This was a conversation without words, a symphony composed of glances, touches, and the profound peace of being utterly known.
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