Girls That Finish The Job
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The fading afternoon sun cast long, golden fingers through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the silent space between us. My breath caught as your gaze found mine, a silent question held within the deep pools of your eyes. The air grew thick and warm, charged with a current of unspoken longing that made my skin tingle. I watched the slow, deliberate way your fingers traced a pattern on the table, a secret code meant only for me to decipher. A soft, knowing smile touched your lips, and it felt like a promise whispered against my soul. The world outside the glass seemed to blur and fade, leaving only this intimate universe we were building with our shared silence. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the yearning I saw reflected in your expression. You leaned forward ever so slightly, and the scent of your skin, warm and familiar, wrapped around me like a gentle embrace. In that suspended moment, every fear and doubt melted away, replaced by a profound and aching tenderness. I knew, with a certainty that shook me to my core, that I was completely and utterly seen.
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