CreamPiled
The golden hour light spilled through the grand windows, casting long, dancing shadows across the opulent room where Satine Summers stood, her presence a quiet hum in the still air. Her gaze, soft yet intent, found Eddie’s across the space, and a secret smile touched her lips, meant only for him. He moved closer, the space between them charged with a warmth that had nothing to do with the fading sun. When his fingers gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek, she leaned into the touch, her eyes closing for a fleeting second. A soft sigh escaped her, a sound of pure, unguarded feeling that spoke of long-awaited connection. He could feel the delicate tremor in her hand as he laced his fingers with hers, a silent promise passing between their intertwined palms. Nearby, Jaxson and Aderes observed the intimate exchange, their own postures softening in shared understanding of the moment’s fragile beauty. The air itself seemed to thicken with the scent of her perfume and the unspoken words hanging between them. In that suspended silence, the entire world narrowed to the point where his thumb stroked the back of her hand, a slow, rhythmic caress that echoed the frantic beat of her heart. This was more than a mere meeting; it was a homecoming of two souls, finally daring to be laid bare.
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