The evening stretched into night, and the tension between us shifted into something deeper, something that neither of us could ignore any longer. As we sat on the couch, our hands still intertwined, Xenia looked at me, her eyes filled with an emotion that took my breath away."Marrylen," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of my racing heart. "I need you. I need to feel close to you."I didn't need any more words. I leaned in, my lips finding hers, and the kiss was filled with all the longing and heartache of the past six months. Her hands found their way to my hair, pulling me closer, and I could feel the tears on her cheeks as they mixed with my own.We moved together, our bodies pressing against each other as we made our way to her bedroom. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty—just the raw, desperate need to be close, to feel each other, to remind ourselves that we were still here, still together. Clothes were shed, whispers were exchanged, and in that moment,
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