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The soft, warm curve of her lips pressed against mine, their gentle pressure sending a shiver down my spine. Her breath was faint, almost imperceptible, but it carried the scent of lavender—and something else—something uniquely hers that made my heart race just a little faster. Her fingers traced the line of my jaw, her touch light yet deliberate, as if she were savoring every moment, every contour of my face. I closed my eyes, letting myself drift into the warmth of her presence, the way her body leaned into mine like a weightless surrender. "Are you sure?" she whispered, her voice l...
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The soft, warm curve of her lips pressed against mine, their gentle pressure sending a shiver down my spine. Her breath was faint, almost imperceptible, but it carried the scent of lavender—and something else—something uniquely hers that made my heart race just a little faster. Her fingers traced the line of my jaw, her touch light yet deliberate, as if she were savoring every moment, every contour of my face. I closed my eyes, letting myself drift into the warmth of her presence, the way her body leaned into mine like a weightless surrender. "Are you sure?" she whispered, her voice l...