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The evening air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine, a perfume that clung to our skin as we stood in the quiet garden. His hand found the small of my back, a touch so light it was almost a question, yet it sent a tremor through my entire being. I leaned into the solid warmth of his chest, hearing the frantic rhythm of his heart echoing my own. Our breaths mingled, shallow and warm, as his thumb traced a slow, deliberate path along my jawline. His eyes, dark and endless pools of longing, held mine, speaking a language of pure, unspoken need. A soft sigh escaped my lips, not of sound, but of surrender, as the last of my reservations melted away. He lowered his head, his forehead resting gently against mine, a silent communion that felt more intimate than any kiss. In that suspended moment, the world narrowed to the space between our bodies, charged with a delicious, aching tension. Every fiber of my being was awake, alive, and yearning for the unspoken promise his touch conveyed. This was the key, not to possession, but to a profound and mutual unlocking of the soul.
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