The Final Goodbye
“You won’t. Not in this lifetime, Amara.”
Their faces drew closer, their breaths mingling. Martins cupped her face with both hands and kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, and finally, her lips.
The kiss was slow, deep, and filled with meaning; the kind that speaks where words fail.
Amara responded, her arms wrapping around his neck. He held her close, as though afraid she might vanish again. The kiss deepened, each movement gentle and intentional, every breath shared like a vow.
He guided her back onto the bed and then pulled back slightly, brushing her lips with his thumb. Their legs wrapped against each other, and their bodies collided, their eyes met, yearning for something deeper.
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