Girls That Finish The Job
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The afternoon sun slanted through the grand windows, casting long, golden shadows across the quiet library where they stood. Her breath caught as his fingers, with a feather-light touch, traced the line of her jaw, a silent question in the hushed space between them. She felt the warmth of his palm settle against the small of her back, a gentle pressure that drew her an inch closer, closing the forbidden distance. The scent of old books and his subtle cologne mingled, becoming an intoxicating perfume that made her head feel light. His gaze, intense and unwavering, held hers, reflecting a storm of unspoken longing that mirrored the frantic rhythm of her own heart. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned into his solid frame, her hands finding their way to his shoulders, feeling the tense strength there. Every nerve ending seemed to awaken, humming with a delicious, aching awareness that was both terrifying and irresistible. In that suspended moment, the world outside, with all its rules and judgments, simply melted into an indistinct blur. The only sound was the shared, shaky rhythm of their breathing, a fragile symphony of surrender. It was a culmination of stolen glances and unvoiced desires, a tender, trembling collision of two souls stepping into the unknown.
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