Girls That Finish The Job
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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the dust motes dancing in the still air. He watched the gentle curve of her smile, a secret promise whispered just for him. His fingers, when they finally traced the line of her jaw, were not demanding but questioning, a silent language of reverence. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound that seemed to unravel the very fabric of the evening, leaving only the two of them suspended in the gathering dusk. He could feel the frantic rhythm of her heart answering his own, a synchronized drumbeat against his chest as he drew her closer. Her eyes, dark pools of liquid trust, held his gaze, reflecting a vulnerability that made his breath catch. Every slight tremble of her hands, every hesitant intake of breath, was a verse in a poem he was only just learning to read. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, this electric space where his skin met hers, a silent conversation of yearning and anticipation. In that suspended moment, he understood it was not about a destination, but about this sacred, shared journey of discovery. Her quiet gasp, as his lips finally met the delicate skin of her neck, was the only secret he ever needed to unlock.
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