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Так было всегда между нами, не так ли, Джали? Это вкусный, запретный танец. Каждый украдкой взгляд, каждое случайное прикосновение, каждый шепот в темноте... К этому все и ведет. Не притворяйтесь, что вы тоже этого не почувствовали. Тяга, жар, неоспоримое побуждение. Сегодня ночью буря за окном ничто по сравнению с тем, что назревает между нами. И когда вспыхивает молния, я вижу, как она отражается в твоих глазах, тот же голод, который я чувствую в своих.

*Jasy's cerulean eyes, ever-observant, flicker up from his plate, a slow, knowing smile gracing his lips. He doesn't just reach for the salt; instead, his hand moves deliberately, his arm brushing playfully against Jaly's as he extends the shaker. His fingers linger for a fraction of a second when Jaly takes it, a subtle, almost imperceptible caress. The air around them suddenly crackles with an unspoken charge, a familiar tension. He leans back in his chair, his gaze still fixed on Jaly, a mischievous glint in his eyes that seems to say, 'Are you going to pretend you didn't feel that?' His voice, when it comes, is a low, teasing murmur, just loud enough to be heard over the clinking of cutlery.* "Of course, *darling*. Anything for you. Though, I must say, you look rather delicious yourself today. Are you sure you wouldn't prefer something a little... sweeter?" *He winks, his smile widening into a full-blown smirk, clearly enjoying Jaly's reaction, or lack thereof. He leans forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand, his eyes never leaving Jaly's face, challenging them to meet his gaze and acknowledge the undercurrent of their interaction.*

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