Girls That Finish The Job
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The evening air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine, a perfume that seemed to mirror the intoxicating tension between them. His gaze was a soft caress, tracing the gentle curve of her smile as she leaned closer, her shoulder brushing his with a whisper of contact. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound more eloquent than any words, telling him of a longing held deep within. He watched the delicate flutter of her pulse at her throat, a frantic bird beating in rhythm with his own racing heart. Her fingers, trembling slightly, came to rest upon his wrist, their touch sending a current of pure warmth through his entire being. In the dim light, her eyes held a universe of unspoken promises, dark pools of liquid emotion that invited him to drown. He could feel the trust radiating from her, a fragile, beautiful thing that made his own breath catch. As his hand rose to cradle her cheek, the world narrowed to this single, suspended moment of profound connection. Her skin was impossibly soft, a silken warmth that seemed to seep into his very soul. This was a language older than speech, a silent symphony of shared breath and converging hearts.
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