IN THE PRESENCE OF THOUGHTS

She sat up in bed, the moonlight casting a pale glow over her skin. She couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking of her too, if he missed her as much as she missed him. The idea that they shared this secret connection, this intense passion, was both thrilling and terrifying. She longed for the day when they could be together, when they could explore the depths of their feelings without fear of discovery.

She got out of bed, padding softly across the floor to the window. She leaned against the cool wood, breathing in the night air, letting her thoughts drift back to their time together. The memory of his touch, the feel of his lips on hers, the weight of his body pressed against hers...she could almost feel him again. Almost taste him.

A soft sigh escaped her lips, and she closed her eyes, trying to imagine what he was doing right now. Was he thinking of her? Did he miss her as much as she missed him? She wished she could be with him, just for one night, to lose herself in his arms and forget about everything

The thought of him made her heart race, her skin tingle with desire. She couldn't shake the feeling that their connection was deeper than just physical attraction. There was something about the way he looked at her, as if he truly understood her, as if he saw past all the barriers she put up to protect herself.

She leaned her head against the cool windowpane, imagining what it would be like to feel his lips against hers once more. She longed for the weight of his body pressed against hers, for the feeling of being completely and utterly wanted. It was a longing so strong that it ached in her bones, a need that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.

She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the reality of her situation and lose herself in the memory of their time together. She remembered the way he would gaze at her, as if she were the only person in the world who mattered. She remembered the way he would touch her, as if every inch of her skin was sacred.

Her heart ached with longing, her body tingled with desire. She wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on hers, his hands on her skin. She wanted him to sweep her away from this life of duty and responsibility and show her what it was like to be truly free.

She imagined him coming to her window, his dark eyes burning with passion, his muscular arms straining against his shirt. He would lift her into his arms, carry her away from the castle grounds and into the night, where they could lose themselves in each other. They would make love under the stars, their bodies moving in time with the rhythm of the universe.

The memory sent a shiver down her spine, and she bit her lip, trying to contain the ache that welled up inside her. She wanted him so badly, she could taste it, feel it in every fiber of her being. It was as if their love had become a living, breathing thing, consuming them both from the inside out.

She leaned her head back against the cool window, wondering how much longer she could deny what was between them. She knew that they couldn't continue this way, that eventually their secret would come out and everything would change. But for now, she wanted to hold onto this feeling, this connection, even if it was just in her imagination.

The night air grew colder, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves outside her window. She shivered, wishing he were here with her, sharing his warmth. Her thoughts drifted back to their time together, to the way he would look at her with such intensity, as if he couldn't get enough. She longed for those eyes, those hands, that touch.

She wondered if he ever thought about her when they were apart, if the memories of their passionate nights together filled his dreams as they did hers. She imagined him lying in his bed, unable to sleep, his thoughts consumed by the feel of her skin against his, the taste of her lips on his tongue.

The thought of him made her heart race, her skin tingle with desire. She couldn't shake the feeling that their connection was deeper than just physical attraction. There was something about the way he looked at her, as if he truly understood her, as if he saw past all the barriers she put up to protect herself.

She leaned her head against the cool windowpane, imagining what it would be like to feel his lips against hers once more. She longed for the weight of his body pressed against hers, for the feeling of being completely and utterly wanted. It was a longing so strong that it ached in her bones, a need that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.

As if summoned by her thoughts, a soft, warm breeze brushed against her cheek, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of his aftershave. She gasped, her heart hammering in her chest, as she turned to find him standing just outside her window, his dark eyes burning with desire. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the connection between them almost tangible.

She ached for him, wanted him with a need that was both primal and consuming. Slowly, he leaned forward, his hands gripping the windowsill on either side of her head. His lips were inches from hers now, and she could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "So perfect."

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