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The city slept below our window, a silent tapestry of distant lights, as the space between us hummed with a palpable, unspoken yearning. His gaze, soft and heavy-lidded, traced the line of my jaw before his fingers followed, a whisper of a touch that sent a cascade of warmth over my skin. I leaned into his palm, feeling the steady, strong beat of his heart against my own fluttering pulse. The air itself seemed to thicken, sweet with the scent of night-blooming jasmine drifting on the warm breeze. A slow, knowing smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath a soft caress against my temple that made my eyes flutter closed. In that suspended moment, every nerve ending awoke, hyper-aware of the heat radiating from his body so close to mine. My hand found his chest, splaying over the firm warmth, anchoring me in the dizzying current of feeling. He murmured my name, the sound a low vibration that I felt deep within my core, a key turning in a lock I didn't know I possessed. The world narrowed to this single, breathless point of contact, this silent conversation spoken only through trembling touches and shared, shuddering sighs. And as his lips finally, gently, met the sensitive skin of my neck, I was utterly, completely undone.
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