Girls That Finish The Job
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The rain traced delicate paths down the windowpane, a quiet symphony for our shared silence. His hand found mine, our fingers weaving together like a long-awaited promise finally spoken aloud. I could feel the steady, strong rhythm of his pulse against my palm, a silent drumbeat answering the unspoken question hanging in the air. He leaned in, his forehead gently resting against mine, his warm breath a soft caress on my lips. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the space between our two beating hearts. My eyes fluttered closed as I breathed him in, a scent of clean linen and warm skin that felt like coming home. A single, happy tear escaped, tracing a path of pure feeling down my cheek, which he tenderly brushed away with his thumb. This wasn't an end, but a beautiful, breathtaking beginning of a new chapter written just for us. Every whispered secret and every shared laugh had led us here, to this perfect, fragile point of arrival. A profound, swelling emotion filled my chest, so immense I felt my heart could not possibly contain it all. We had finally crossed our finish line, hand in hand, only to find ourselves at the start of forever.
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