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The rain traced delicate 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 slow, shuddering breath escaped her lips, her eyes closing as she leaned into the solid warmth of his chest, feeling the frantic rhythm of his heart echoing her own. His hand, trembling slightly, came to rest on the small of her back, a gentle pressure that drew her closer until not a sliver of light could pass between them. She tilted her head up, her gaze meeting his, and in that suspended moment, the world outside ceased to exist. He lowered his forehead to hers, their shared breath a warm, intimate cloud in the cool air, a silent language of longing and promise. The scent of his skin, a mix of clean cotton and the evening rain, filled her senses, making her feel dizzy and utterly grounded all at once. A single tear, born of overwhelming emotion, escaped and traced a hot path down her cheek, which he caught with the most tender brush of his thumb. His lips then found hers in a kiss that was not a demand, but a slow, savoring exploration, a key turning in a lock she had long forgotten. Every nerve ending sang with a new, exquisite awareness, a feeling of coming home to a place she had only ever dreamed of. And as they finally parted, breathless and changed, she knew with absolute certainty that every wall around her heart had crumbled into dust.
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