Lil Karina
The morning sun cast long, golden fingers across the rumpled sheets, illuminating the quiet intensity in her eyes as she held the phone to her ear. Her stepmother’s worried voice was a distant buzz, a stark contrast to the warm, solid presence of the man whose breath she felt against her neck. She focused on the steady weight of his hand resting on her waist, a silent anchor in the storm of her duplicity. A shiver, both of guilt and thrilling anticipation, traced its way down her spine as his lips gently grazed her shoulder. She forced her voice to remain light and even, assuring her stepmother she was merely running late, while her entire world had narrowed to this sun-drenched room. Every soft caress along her arm felt like a secret promise, a language spoken only through touch. Her heart hammered a frantic, joyous rhythm against her ribs, a drumbeat for this forbidden moment. She lost herself in the deep, understanding gaze of her lover, finding both solace and a dizzying excitement there. The world outside, with its schedules and responsibilities, melted into irrelevance, leaving only this exquisite, shared silence. In that suspended breath, she was perfectly, wonderfully, and terribly alive.
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