D Crush
The moon cast its silver glow through the window, painting your sleeping form in shades of pearl and shadow as I watched from the doorway, my breath catching. A floorboard creaked under my weight, and you stirred, your eyes fluttering open to find me there in the half-light. Without a word, you shifted on the mattress, the sheets whispering a soft invitation as you made space beside you. I crossed the room, the air humming with a tension so sweet it felt like a physical touch, and I lowered myself onto the edge of the bed. Your hand, warm and seeking, found mine in the darkness, our fingers intertwining as if they had memorized the shape of one another long ago. You drew my hand to your chest, pressing my palm against the frantic rhythm beating beneath your skin, a silent confession that echoed my own. I leaned in, my forehead gently resting against yours, our shared breaths creating a fragile, warm universe between us. In that suspended moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and all that remained was the profound quiet and the language of our trembling sighs. The scent of your skin, a mix of night air and sleep, filled my senses, intoxicating and uniquely yours. We stayed like that, suspended in the stillness, two secret flames finally allowed to burn together, if only until the dawn.
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