Girls That Finish The Job
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the room, painting your skin in hues of fire and honey. His gaze, intense and unwavering, felt like a physical touch, warming you from the inside out. A slow, tentative smile graced his lips as his fingers gently traced the line of your jaw, a whisper of a touch that sent shivers cascading down your spine. You could feel the steady, strong rhythm of his heart where your palm rested against his chest, a silent drumbeat answering the frantic flutter of your own. The air grew thick with the scent of his skin, a familiar and intoxicating fragrance that made your head feel light. Every breath you took was a shared event, your bodies swaying slightly as if moved by an unseen, magnetic current. The world outside the window ceased to exist, its noises fading into a distant, unimportant hum. His forehead came to rest against yours, a gesture of profound tenderness that made your throat tighten with unspoken emotion. In that suspended moment, every fear and doubt melted away, replaced by a soaring, terrifying, and beautiful sense of certainty. This was not a beginning or an end, but a perfect, endless now, woven from shared breath and the quiet heat of a promise finally understood.
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