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The city lights blurred beyond the rain-streaked window, a distant galaxy of gold and white. His thumb traced the delicate line of her jaw, a slow, deliberate caress that sent a cascade of warmth through her entire being. Her eyes, dark pools of reflected starlight, held his with an unspoken promise, her breath catching as his lips finally found hers in a whisper-soft kiss. Time seemed to stretch and contract, the frantic world outside fading into a hushed, insignificant hum. She could feel the steady, reassuring thrum of his heart beneath her palm, a rhythm that echoed the wild flutter in her own chest. A soft sigh escaped her, lost in the tender exploration of his mouth, a silent language of longing and devotion. The scent of rain and his faint, clean cologne wove an intoxicating spell around them, sealing them in their own private universe. Every nerve ending felt alive, hyper-aware of the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt, the gentle pressure of his hand on the small of her back. In that suspended minute, there was no past or future, only the profound, aching beauty of this single, perfect connection. It was a fleeting eternity, a stolen fragment of pure, unadulterated heaven.
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