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The moon cast a soft, silver glow through the window, illuminating the quiet space between us where unspoken words seemed to hang in the air. His silhouette was a familiar comfort, a shape I had memorized from a distance, now close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his skin. A gentle sigh escaped his lips as his fingers, trembling slightly, traced the line of my jaw with an almost reverent hesitation. I could feel the steady, strong rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my palm, a frantic drum echoing my own chaotic emotions. The scent of night-blooming jasmine drifted in on the breeze, mingling with his unique, clean fragrance that made my head feel light. Our foreheads touched, a simple gesture that felt more intimate than any embrace, closing out the rest of the world. In the profound silence, his eyes held mine, speaking a language of longing and quiet understanding that needed no translation. My hand found its way to the back of his neck, my thumb gently stroking the soft hair at his nape, feeling him shiver in response. Every nerve in my body was alive, humming with a current that connected me to him in that suspended moment. This was more than a chance meeting; it was a collision of two lonely souls finally finding a home in the quiet dark.
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