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Duncan Saint

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The golden hour light bled through the apartment windows, casting long, warm shadows across the floor when the lock finally clicked. She stood in the doorway, her silhouette a familiar, breathtaking curve against the fading day, a soft sigh escaping her lips as her travel bag dropped to the floor. Her eyes, dark and shimmering with unshed tears, locked with mine, speaking volumes of the weeks we had spent apart. Without a single word, she crossed the room and melted into my embrace, her head finding its home against my chest where I could feel the frantic, joyful rhythm of her heart. The scent of her perfume, jasmine and warm skin, enveloped me, a fragrant memory made real again after too long. My hands traced the gentle slope of her spine, feeling the slight tremble that ran through her, a physical testament to her longing. She tilted her head back, her gaze soft and full of a vulnerable adoration that made my own breath catch in my throat. I could feel the warm, yielding softness of her body pressed entirely against mine, a perfect, comforting weight I had ached for. A single, happy tear traced a path down her cheek as she whispered my name, the sound a quiet prayer in the still room. In that silent, gilded space, we were the only two people in the world, rediscovering the map of each other’s souls through touch and held breath.