Neural Desires
The cathedral’s immense silence was a velvet cloak, broken only by the soft rustle of her dress as she moved. Her fingers, tracing the cool stone of a pew, were a whisper against the ancient stillness. He watched, breath held, as a shaft of colored light from a stained glass window caught the pink ribbon in her hair, setting it aglow. She turned, and her eyes, wide and luminous, found his across the shadowed aisle, speaking a language older than the hallowed ground they stood upon. The space between them vanished not with a step, but with a shared, unspoken sigh that drew them together. His hand found the small of her back, a gentle pressure that felt like a answered prayer, while her palm came to rest upon his chest, feeling the frantic rhythm beneath. The scent of damp earth and lilies rose from the flowerbeds, an intoxicating perfume that clouded all thought but this. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound so fragile it seemed to hang in the air between them, a secret for the saints to keep. In that suspended moment, the sacred and the secret became one, a silent symphony of trembling touches and racing hearts. They were no longer in a church, but in a universe of their own making, bound by a tenderness that felt both holy and new.
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