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The warm Berlin rain traced lazy paths down the windowpane, blurring the golden halo of the streetlights below into a dreamy haze. Susi felt the weight of his gaze before she turned, a magnetic pull that made the air in the room feel thick and sweet. His fingers, when they finally brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek, were astonishingly gentle, sending a cascade of shivers down her spine. She leaned into his palm, her eyes closing as she breathed in the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the petrichor from the open window. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound of pure surrender to the emotion swelling within her chest. He drew her closer, his strong arms encircling her, and she melted against the solid warmth of his body. In that secure embrace, every whispered promise and unspoken dream between them seemed to crystallize. The distant hum of the city faded into a muffled silence, leaving only the frantic, joyful rhythm of her own heart. She tilted her head back, her lips parting in a silent invitation that he met with a tenderness that made her soul ache. This was not a collision of bodies, but a slow, beautiful merging of two longing spirits, finding their home at last.
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