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The city lights blurred into a golden river far below our high-rise sanctuary, their distant hum a stark contrast to the profound silence enveloping us. My entire world had narrowed to the space between our bodies, where a current of anticipation crackled with every shared breath. His hand found the delicate curve of my neck, his thumb tracing a slow, hypnotic rhythm against my frantic pulse. A soft sigh escaped my lips, not from words, but from the sheer weight of a feeling too immense to contain. I could feel the warmth of his skin seeping through my clothes, a gentle heat that promised to melt all my carefully constructed defenses. Our foreheads touched, a tender collision that sent a tremor through my very soul, anchoring me to this singular, breathtaking moment. The air itself grew thick with the scent of rain and his cologne, a dizzying perfume that clouded my thoughts and sharpened my senses. Every glance from his intense eyes felt like a physical touch, stripping away my fears and leaving only raw, vulnerable truth in their wake. I felt myself falling, not into an abyss, but into the safe harbor of his unwavering gaze, where time itself seemed to slow its relentless march. In that suspended silence, I knew I was no longer just myself, but a part of a new, shared universe beginning to spin into existence.
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