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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the dust motes dancing in the still air. His gaze was a physical warmth that traveled over her skin, leaving a trail of invisible fire in its wake. She felt the whisper of his breath first, a soft caress against her neck that made her shiver. Her own breath hitched as his fingers traced the delicate line of her collarbone with an almost reverent slowness. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound of pure surrender that seemed to hang between them. He leaned in, his forehead gently resting against hers, their shared silence more intimate than any words. In that suspended moment, the world narrowed to the space where their bodies almost met, charged with a silent, aching promise. She could feel the frantic rhythm of her own heart echoing the unspoken yearning that tightened her chest. His hand slid to the small of her back, a firm, steady pressure that pulled her into the solid warmth of him. Closing her eyes, she melted into the embrace, every sense alight with the profound rightness of his touch.
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