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The scent of fresh paint and polished hardwood mingled with the faint, sweet trace of his cologne as they stepped into the sun-drenched master suite, a space that felt like a promise. His fingers, warm and sure, found the small of my back, a gentle pressure that guided me toward the wall of windows overlooking a private, tangled garden. The light caught the dust motes dancing in the air, each tiny sparkle reflecting the quickening pulse I felt beneath my skin. He turned me to face him, his eyes dark with an unspoken question, and I answered by bringing his knuckles to my lips, tasting the salt and potential on his skin. The silence between us was thick, charged with the memory of every whispered fantasy we had shared in cheaper, smaller rooms. His other hand came up to cradle my jaw, his thumb stroking the line of my throat in a rhythm that echoed my own heartbeat. I leaned into him, the crisp cotton of his shirt soft agat my cheek, and breathed in the essence of our future, a heady mix of sawdust and desire. Our lips met not with frantic hunger, but with a slow, deep certainty, a sealing of a contract more binding than any mortgage document. In that suspended moment, the house ceased to be a structure of walls and beams, transforming tead into the sacred space where our bodies would finally, truly, become home.
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