Sneak Peek: Beneath the Lace

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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the quiet studio, each one a silent witness to the space between them. His gaze, a tangible warmth, traced the delicate lace that curved over her shoulder, a question held in his breath. She turned slowly, her eyes meeting his with a vulnerability that made the air still. A single finger, his touch feather-light, followed the intricate pattern down her arm, leaving a trail of fire on her cool skin. Her breath hitched, a soft, captured sound as she leaned into the solid comfort of his chest. He could feel the frantic rhythm of her heart answering the steady, strong beat of his own. The scent of her perfume, jasmine and twilight, wove around them like a whispered secret. In that suspended moment, the world outside the windows ceased to exist, its noise fading into a distant hum. A single, understanding tear escaped her lash, and he caught it with a tender thumb, his own emotions a storm in his quiet eyes. They stood there, two souls woven together in the silent, aching poetry of almost.