Girls That Finish The Job
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The rain traced silver paths down the windowpane, blurring the city lights into a soft, distant watercolor. He watched her from across the room, the quiet space between them humming with unspoken words. Her fingers, trembling slightly, reached out to trace the line of his jaw, a touch as light as a moth’s wing. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensation, his own breath catching in his throat. The scent of her perfume, jasmine and rain, wove an intoxicating spell around them. When she leaned in, her forehead resting against his, the world outside ceased to exist. A single tear escaped her lash, not of sorrow, but of overwhelming feeling, and he caught it with the pad of his thumb. Their lips met not in hunger, but in a slow, tender exploration, a silent conversation of the soul. In that suspended moment, every fear dissolved, replaced by a profound, aching connection. They were no longer two, but one single, breathing entity wrapped in the gentle darkness.
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