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The fire crackled, casting a warm, golden glow across the room, its light dancing over the curve of your smile. I could feel the soft weight of your gaze long before my fingers found yours, a silent question in the gentle pressure of your hand. Your scent, a mix of pine and vanilla from the tree, wrapped around me like a tender promise as you leaned closer. The world outside, hushed and frosted, seemed to hold its breath just for us. A soft sigh escaped your lips when my thumb traced the line of your jaw, your eyes fluttering closed for a precious moment. I felt the delicate shiver that ran through you as I tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, my touch lingering against your warm skin. The only sound was the whisper of our shared breaths and the distant chime of a bell. In that suspended silence, every inch of space between us felt charged with a longing so profound it was almost a tangible presence. Your head came to rest against my shoulder, a perfect, trusting weight that felt like coming home. In that quiet cocoon of firelight and shadow, we were the only two people in the universe, wrapped in a perfect, silent understanding.
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