Girls That Finish The Job
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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the hotel suite in a soft, peachy glow that made Ava’s skin look like it was dusted with gold. She stood by the window, a silhouette against the dying light, and her quiet sigh seemed to hold all the weariness of her travels. He approached slowly, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet, and gently turned her to face him. His thumb traced the delicate line of her jaw, a touch so tender it made her eyes flutter closed. In that quiet space, the only sound was their shared, unsteady breathing, a fragile rhythm against the distant city hum. She leaned into his palm, her cheek pressing against its warmth as a single, crystalline tear escaped, tracing a path he softly caught with his lips. A shuddering breath escaped her, not of sorrow, but of profound relief, as if she had finally found a harbor after a long, lonely storm. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close until she could feel the steady, reassuring beat of his heart against her own. They stood there, entwined in the twilight, two souls communicating through silence and the language of gentle hands. The world outside, with its frantic pace, faded into an indistinct blur, leaving only this sanctuary of feeling. In that embrace, every mile she had ever traveled felt worth it, just to arrive here, completely and utterly held.
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