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The city lights blurred beyond the rain-streaked window, casting a soft, silver glow across the room. His breath was a warm whisper against her neck, sending a cascade of shivers down her spine. She leaned into the solid warmth of his chest, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw with a reverence that made her heart ache. A soft sigh escaped her lips as his hand settled on the small of her back, a gentle pressure that felt like a promise. The air itself seemed to thicken, charged with unspoken words and the frantic rhythm of two heartbeats. He lowered his forehead to rest against hers, their shared breath creating a fragile, intimate universe in the space between them. In his deep, steady gaze, she saw not just desire, but a profound, aching tenderness that stole the air from her lungs. The world outside, with all its noise and haste, faded into a distant, irrelevant hum. Every careful touch, every lingering look, felt like a slow, deliberate unraveling of her soul. In that silent, luminous space, she felt utterly known, and completely, terrifyingly loved.
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