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The sultry summer air clung to our skin like a whispered promise as we stood beneath the star-dusted sky. Her eyes, holding the warmth of a thousand dusks, met mine with a vulnerability that made my breath catch. A gentle breeze, heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, played with the loose strands of her hair. She leaned closer, her shoulder just brushing mine, and a shiver traced its way down my spine. The distant melody of a lone guitar seemed to beat in time with my own frantic heart. I watched the curve of her smile, a soft, knowing thing in the dim light, and felt an overwhelming tenderness bloom within my chest. Her fingers found mine, their touch a delicate, electric tangle that spoke more than words ever could. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the space between our slowly closing lips. The warmth of her breath was a sweet, shared secret against my skin. We were two souls adrift in the velvet night, finally coming home.
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