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The air in the dimly lit hotel suite was thick with the scent of expensive whiskey and the ghost of his cologne, a fragrance I had only ever known from magazine pages. His hand, which I had watched for years in films, now rested on my knee, the weight of it both thrilling and strangely heavy, the calluses on his palm a rough surprise agat my skin. He leaned in, and his voice, that famous baritone I had dreamed of, was a low murmur close to my ear, the words slurred and less poetic than I had imagined. The chiseled jawline I had idolized was now softened by age and indulgence, the stubble scratching my cheek as he turned my face towards his. Our lips met, and the kiss tasted of stale tobacco and disappointment, a far cry from the cinematic passion I had constructed in my mind. I could feel the slight tremor in his fingers as they traced a path up my thigh, a vulnerability that felt more pathetic than intimate. The hero of my youthful fantasies was just a man, his breath shallow, his movements practiced yet clumsy, his presence shrinking the grand illusion to this single, claustrophobic room. The heat of his body agat mine was real, but it failed to stir the fire I had anticipated, leaving only a dull, aching warmth. In that moment, the pedestal I had built for him crumbled into dust, leaving me alone with a stranger whose touch felt like a betrayal of a beautiful, distant dream.
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