Mr.Majic
The city lights bled like liquid gold against the hotel windowpane, a silent symphony for their long-awaited reunion. His familiar cologne, a scent she had carried in her memory across oceans, enveloped her the moment he stepped inside, erasing the distance of weeks. Her fingers, trembling slightly, traced the line of his jaw as if to convince herself he was truly there. A slow, knowing smile graced his lips, his eyes holding a universe of unspoken promises that made her breath catch. He pulled her close, his hand a warm, steady weight on the small of her back, anchoring her to the present. With her head resting against his chest, she could feel the strong, rhythmic cadence of his heartbeat, a drum matching the wild flutter in her own. There was no rush this time, only the luxurious stretch of the evening before them, a canvas waiting for their touch. Every glance was a slow-burning ember, every whispered word a delicate caress that traveled straight to her soul. The world outside, with its deadlines and departures, melted into an indistinct haze, forgotten and unimportant. In this suspended moment, she finally let herself sink completely into the profound peace of his arms, savoring the exquisite rightness of simply being together.
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