LittleCapriceVR
AQUA
The afternoon sun, warm and honeyed, filtered through the leafy canopy of her secret garden, casting dappled shadows that danced across his flustered face as he tried to explain the overgrown roses. She moved closer, the soft cotton of her simple sundress whispering against her skin with each deliberate step, her bare feet sinking into the cool, lush grass. A gentle breeze carried the scent of jasmine and damp earth, mingling with the clean, sun-warmed smell of his shirt as she reached out to still his nervous hands. Her fingers, light as a butterfly's touch, traced a path from his work-roughened knuckles up to the tense line of his forearm, feeling the tremor that ran through him at her contact. His breath hitched, a soft, surprised sound lost in the humid air, and his eyes, wide and uncertain, finally met her calm, inviting gaze. The world seemed to hold its breath, the only sounds the distant hum of a bumblebee and the frantic rhythm of his heart, which she could feel echoing in her own chest. She leaned in, her cheek nearly brushing his, her voice a low, intimate murmur meant only for him in their secluded sanctuary. All pretense of discussing his work faded, replaced by a thick, palpable tension that was both terrifying and exquisite. In that suspended moment, the garden walls enclosed not just flowers, but a new, forbidden world of shared, unspoken yearning. A single, tender smile was all it took to bridge the quiet space between their lonely hearts.
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