Girls That Finish The Job
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The sun bled its final, glorious hues across the sky, painting the world in shades of rose and amber as his hand found the small of my back. A shiver, delicate and profound, traced the path his fingers drew through the thin fabric of my dress. His gaze was a physical weight, warm and intense, holding me captive more securely than any embrace. I could feel the frantic rhythm of my own heart answering the unspoken question in his eyes, a silent drumbeat against my ribs. The warm, scented air grew thick, charged with a tension that was both terrifying and exquisite. He leaned in, his breath a soft caress against my cheek, and the world narrowed to this single, suspended moment. Every nerve ending sang with anticipation, a live wire humming just beneath my skin. The space between our lips vanished, not in a collision, but in a surrender, a gentle meeting that tasted of promises and shared secrets. My hands came to rest on his chest, feeling the steady, strong pulse of his life echoing into my palms. In that kiss, under the vast, scarlet sky, I felt completely unhinged from reality and yet more truly, heatedly alive than ever before.
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