ManoJob
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The firelight painted their faces in flickering gold, as the space between them hummed with unspoken words. His gaze, heavy with a wanting so deep it felt like a physical touch, traced the curve of her smile. She met his look, her own eyes dark pools of liquid courage, reflecting the dance of the flames. A single, slow breath escaped her lips, parting them just enough to be an invitation. He lifted a hand, his fingers trembling slightly as they brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek, the contact sending a jolt through them both. The scent of sandalwood and night-blooming jasmine wrapped around them, an intoxicating perfume for this silent conversation. She leaned into his palm, her skin warming beneath his touch, a quiet sigh escaping as her eyes fluttered closed. In that suspended moment, the world narrowed to the sound of their breathing, synchronizing into a single, ragged rhythm. He watched the pulse flutter at the base of her throat, a wild bird beating against its cage, and felt an answering drum within his own chest. The air grew thick, charged with a heat that had nothing to do with the fire, a promise of something beautiful and profound about to unfold.
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