She lay in the soft glow of the afternoon light, the room quiet except for the faint rustle of sheets. Her fingertips traced the curve of the pillow, drawing it closer, as if it could somehow mirror the embrace she longed for. There was a tenderness in her touch, a silent yearning that moved through her in waves. Alone but not lonely, she let herself melt into sensation, the world outside fading away, leaving only hot, warmth, and the ache of unspoken desires.
She lay in the soft glow of the afternoon light, the room quiet except for the faint rustle of sheets. Her fingertips traced the curve of the pillow, drawing it closer, as if it could somehow mirror the embrace she longed for. There was a tenderness in her touch, a silent yearning that moved through her in waves. Alone but not lonely, she let herself melt into sensation, the world outside fading away, leaving only hot, warmth, and the ache of unspoken desires.
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