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Jaye Summers Pic(s)
The fading light of evening gilded the edges of the room, but for him, the only true illumination was the memory of her smile from hours before, a ghost of warmth agat the cool indifference of the empty space she had occupied. He could still trace the phantom impression her body had left upon the sofa’s cushion, a subtle valley in the fabric that held more intimacy than any touch he had ever truly known. His fingers, restless and aching, curled into his palm as if trying to capture the scent of her perfume that still lingered, a whisper of jasmine and vanilla that teased the air with cruel promise. He imagined the delicate curve of her neck, the place where her pulse would beat a rhythm just beneath the skin, a secret he yearned to learn with his lips. The weight of his desire was a physical presence, a heavy heat low in his belly that coiled tighter with each breath, each recollection of the way her laughter had sounded, a melody meant for someone else. He saw again the unconscious grace of her hand brushing a strand of hair from her cheek, a gesture so simple it became an exquisite torture, a reminder of a paradise forever out of reach. The silence of the room amplified the thunderous, unspoken words lodged in his throat, declarations that would forever remain captive to his own timid heart. This private agony was a slow, sweet burn, a fire fed by stolen glances and the devastating hope that perhaps, in some other unreachable reality, her gaze had held a similar hunger. He remained there, suspended in the deepening twilight, a man composed entirely of longing for a touch that would never be his to claim.
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