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The city slept under a blanket of distant, winking stars, but in our quiet room, the world was reduced to the soft sigh of your breath and the warm weight of your gaze. My fingers, trembling slightly, traced the delicate line of your collarbone, a map of whispered promises. You leaned into that touch, a silent language only our bodies understood, your eyes holding a universe of unspoken longing. The air itself grew thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the intoxicating warmth of your skin. A soft, shuddering sigh escaped your lips as my hand settled on the curve of your waist, pulling you into the safe harbor of my embrace. I could feel the frantic rhythm of your heart answering the wild drumming in my own chest, a syncopated beat of shared desire. Your head tilted back, offering the graceful column of your throat, a gesture of pure, unguarded trust that made my breath catch. In that suspended moment, every thought dissolved into the simple, overwhelming truth of your proximity. The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only this sacred, breathless space we had created together. I knew then, with a certainty that shook my soul, that I was utterly and completely lost in you.
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