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Kiss me, and please, never stop.

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A long night, endless hours where they made love tirelessly, or so it felt. They gazed at each other for a long time, craving more. In this moment, in the spacious kitchen, Katherina sat on the tall stool by the wooden table, while Tom leaned against the kitchen entrance, observing her with arms crossed and his head tilted, resting against a nearby pillar. He admired how beautiful she looked, immersed in her writing—or as she called it, rereading what she had written—how beautiful she looked in her black shirt, which she had taken off and put back on countless times the previous afternoon and night, because yes, they spent the entire evening and night together after that brief encounter on the neighboring street. He thought that Katherina's rebellious appearance attracted him, drove him crazy, made him forget things she didn't know and didn't want to disclose. Because now... Now that time had caught up with him, he knew he would lose