Girls That Finish The Job
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The fading sunset cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the edges of her silhouette as she turned toward him. A slow, knowing smile touched her lips, a silent language only he could understand. His breath caught as her fingers, feather-light, traced the line of his jaw, sending a cascade of shivers down his spine. The air itself grew thick with the scent of her perfume, a intoxicating blend of night-blooming jasmine and warm skin. He could feel the frantic rhythm of his own heart answering the quiet pulse he saw in her throat. When her hand settled on his chest, the warmth seeped through his shirt, a brand of pure, undiluted affection. Her eyes, dark pools of liquid desire, held his with an intensity that made the world outside their bubble cease to exist. A soft sigh escaped her, a sound that was both a surrender and an invitation, melting into the scant space between them. He leaned in, closing his eyes, and felt her forehead gently press against his, a moment of profound, wordless connection. In that suspended silence, every nerve ending sang with the exquisite, aching promise of what was yet to come.
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