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Aquiles Cortes,Nicoly Antunes
The sultry Havana night clung to their skin like a whispered promise, the air thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and distant rain. His gaze, dark and intense, traced the delicate line of her shoulder as she leaned against the weathered balcony, a silent question hanging between them. She turned slowly, her eyes meeting his with a vulnerability that made his breath catch. His calloused fingers, surprisingly gentle, brushed a stray curl from her cheek, the touch sending a tremor through her entire body. A soft sigh escaped her lips as he leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, their shared breath mingling in the humid air. He could feel the frantic rhythm of her heart answering the wild drumming in his own chest, a syncopated beat of longing. When his lips finally found hers, it was not a conquest but a homecoming, a slow, tender exploration that tasted of sweet mango and unspoken dreams. Her hands slid up his arms, memorizing the strength there, pulling him closer until not even the moonlight could slip between them. In that endless kiss, the city’s noise faded into a distant hum, the world narrowing to the points where their bodies met, sparking with a quiet, radiant heat. They were no longer two souls, but a single, burning ember in the cool Caribbean dark.
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