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The firelight painted our skin in hues of gold and shadow, its warmth a silent third presence in the quiet room. His gaze, heavy with unspoken longing, traced the line of my jaw before I turned to meet it. A slow, deliberate breath escaped my lips as his fingers, with a feather-light touch, found the sensitive curve of my neck. Every point of contact sent a shimmering current through my body, a map of awakening nerves. I leaned into his solid strength, my own hands trembling as they sought the familiar plane of his chest. The world narrowed to this single, suspended moment, filled with the scent of him and the soft crackle of the burning logs. A soft sigh escaped me, not of words, but of pure feeling, as his palm settled against the small of my back. My eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to the tide of emotion that threatened to pull me under. In that profound stillness, I felt utterly known, every secret hope laid bare without a single utterance. This was not a destination, but a beautiful, terrifying journey into the very core of my own yearning.
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