Girls That Finish The Job
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The city slept beneath a blanket of distant, winking lights as the last strains of music faded into a comfortable silence. He watched her from across the room, her silhouette a soft curve against the windowpane, and felt a familiar warmth bloom deep within his chest. As he approached, the air seemed to thicken, charged with a tenderness that made his breath catch. She turned, her eyes holding a universe of unspoken words, and a slow, knowing smile graced her lips. His hand, of its own volition, rose to gently cup her cheek, his thumb tracing the delicate line of her jaw. She leaned into his touch, a quiet sigh escaping her, a sound of pure surrender and trust. He could feel the frantic rhythm of his own pulse echoing in his ears as he bent his head, closing the small, infinite space between them. Their lips met not with hunger, but with a profound reverence, a silent conversation of devotion and longing. In that lingering kiss, he could taste the sweet promise of forever, a flavor more intoxicating than any wine. The world outside dissolved, leaving only the shared warmth of their breath and the overwhelming certainty of belonging.
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