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The sultry summer air, heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, clung to their skin as he finally crossed the threshold. Her heart hammered against his chest, a frantic drumbeat answering the question in his weary eyes. She didn’t speak, letting her fingers trace the familiar line of his jaw, a map she had longed to navigate for weeks. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips as she began to unbutton his travel-wrinkled shirt, her knuckles brushing the warm, solid plane of his chest. He exhaled a shuddering breath, his own hands coming to rest on her waist, anchoring them both in the dizzying current of reunion. The soft lamplight gilded the curve of her shoulder as she leaned in, her lips finding his in a kiss that tasted of patience and desperate longing. Every gentle touch was a whispered promise, a silent language of devotion spoken through skin. She could feel the tension of his journey melting away under her tender ministrations, replaced by a rising, shared heat. The world outside their open window faded into a distant hum, unimportant next to the symphony of their reconnecting souls. In that suspended moment, nothing existed but the intoxicating rhythm of their two hearts beating as one.