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Andre Garcia,Bruna Ferraz
The golden afternoon light spilled through the window, catching the dust motes dancing around Andre’s silhouette as he turned to me, his gaze a soft, questioning caress. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs, a drumbeat of nervous anticipation as his fingers, warm and tentative, found mine. A gentle sigh escaped his lips, a sound that seemed to hold all the unspoken words between us, and he leaned in, his forehead resting against my own. In that quiet space, the world narrowed to the scent of his skin, a mix of clean cotton and warm sunshine, and the electric thrill of his proximity. His other hand came up to cradle my jaw, his thumb stroking my cheek with a reverence that made my breath catch. I could feel the soft whisper of his exhale against my mouth, a promise hanging in the air before our lips finally met in a slow, searching kiss. It was a confluence of everything I had ever desired, a perfect, trembling balance of masculine strength and tender vulnerability. Every nerve ending sang with the rightness of it, a deep, emotional resonance that shook me to my core. We broke apart, our breaths mingling, his dark eyes wide with the same awe and discovery that flooded my own being. In that silent, sun-drenched room, I felt completely seen, my entire complex truth held sacred in his embrace.
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