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The rain fell in soft, silver sheets against the windowpane, blurring the city lights into a watercolor dream. He stood so close I could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, a silent invitation in the hushed room. My fingers, trembling slightly, traced the line of his jaw, feeling the subtle tension there begin to melt away beneath my touch. A soft sigh escaped his lips, his eyes closing as his head tilted back, surrendering to the simple, profound intimacy of the moment. I watched the pulse flutter at the base of his throat, a frantic bird beating in time with my own racing heart. His hand found mine, his fingers gently lacing through mine, not to guide but to simply connect, to anchor us both in the swirling emotional current. The air grew thick with unspoken words, every breath a shared secret, every glance a tender promise. I could see the weight of the day slowly lift from his shoulders, replaced by a profound and trusting calm. In that quiet space, with the world washed clean outside, we were the only two people that existed. This beautiful, accidental collision of souls felt less like a meeting and more like a homecoming.
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