Her fingers began to move gently through my hair, each stroke filled with a tenderness that felt both soothing and surreal. It was as though her touch was unraveling all the tension within me, bringing me a calmness I hadn’t realized I needed. For the next forty-five minutes, I lay there, feeling the warmth of her presence as she traced gentle circles on my scalp. She looked at me with a softness that spoke volumes, her gaze filled with an affection that didn’t need words. We shared small, quiet words during those moments, our voices slow and unhurried. Her touch, her gentle fingers, and her soft smile made me feel cherished, as if she were protecting me from the world. I was sinking into a tranquility that was deeply comforting, and I could feel an unspoken bond forming, a connection that was slowly weaving our lives together.
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