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The city slept under a blanket of stars, its distant hum a forgotten melody as his gaze met hers. His fingers, trembling with a vulnerability he usually hid, traced the delicate line of her jaw, a question whispered against her skin. A soft sigh escaped her lips, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into his touch, a silent permission that made his heart hammer against his ribs. The air grew thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the intoxicating warmth of her nearness. He slowly brought his other hand to the small of her back, feeling the gentle arch as she pressed closer, her own hands finding refuge on his chest. In that suspended moment, the world narrowed to the space between their breaths, a shared, unsteady rhythm. Her fingertips lightly brushed the nape of his neck, sending a cascade of shivers down his spine, a feeling so profound it bordered on ache. He saw a universe of trust and longing reflected in her glistening eyes, a look that unraveled him completely. As their foreheads gently touched, a single, perfect tear traced a path down her cheek, which he caught with the softest press of his thumb. They stood there, entwined in the quiet darkness, two souls unlocking a passion they had only ever dreamed of, a journey of discovery just beginning.
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