Girls That Finish The Job
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The late afternoon sun bled through the canopy, dappling the mossy riverbank in gold and emerald. His hand, warm and steady, found the small of her back, a silent question in the gentle pressure. She leaned into the touch, her head tilting as his breath ghosted across her temple, stirring loose strands of her hair. The world narrowed to the space between them, filled with the scent of damp earth and her faint, floral perfume. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, a slow, deliberate caress that made her heart flutter like a trapped bird. When his lips finally met hers, it was a soft, searching pressure, a tender exploration that spoke of longing held too long in check. A soft sigh escaped her, lost to the gentle murmur of the river, as her fingers curled into the soft fabric of his shirt. Every nerve ending sang with the awareness of his proximity, the solid warmth of his chest against hers. It was a moment suspended in time, a secret shared only with the whispering trees and the watching sky. In that hidden sanctuary, two souls quietly wove themselves together, breathless and trembling with the sheer, beautiful weight of the feeling.
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