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The dimly lit movie theater was empty save for us. The only sound was the soft hum of the projector and our own ragged breathing. I ran my fingers over her smooth skin, tracing the curve of her neck, feeling the gentle rise of her breasts under my touch.
She leaned back into me, her weight shifting as she settled in, her hair tangling around my hands as they roamed across her body. Her hands drifted lazily over mine, her fingers intertwining with mine like we were two parts of a puzzle meant to fit together.
The movie flickered on behind us, but neither of us paid it much mind. We were lost in our own little world, one where time stood still and all that existed was the touch of skin against skin, the beat of hearts against chests, and the soft whispers of pleasure-filled sighs.
