Girls That Finish The Job
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The city slept beneath a blanket of oppressive, shimmering heat, but in our dim room, the only warmth was the gentle furnace of your skin against mine. Your fingers traced a slow, meandering path along my arm, leaving a trail of delicate fire in their wake. I could feel the steady, strong rhythm of your heart where my head rested upon your chest, a silent drumbeat syncing with my own. Your breath, soft and warm, whispered through my hair as you shifted, drawing me infinitesimally closer into the sanctuary of your embrace. The world outside faded into a distant, silent hum, irrelevant next to the universe contained within this shared breath. A soft sigh escaped my lips, not of weariness, but of profound, aching contentment that settled deep within my bones. I tilted my head back, meeting your gaze in the semi-darkness, and found a universe of tender promise staring back at me. In that suspended moment, every unspoken feeling passed between us in the language of a lingering look and a slight, knowing smile. The air itself seemed to thicken, charged with a palpable, sweet tension that was both a question and its beautiful answer. We existed then not as two, but as a single, seamless entity, burning slowly together in our own perfect, private summer.
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