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 a tension both fragile and profound. She offered a small, vulnerable smile, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached to brush a stray lock of hair from her cheek. When he finally crossed the room, his hand, warm and steady, came to rest against the delicate column of her neck, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. A soft sigh escaped her lips, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into his touch, a gesture of absolute trust. He could feel the frantic rhythm of her pulse beneath his fingertips, a wild bird beating in time with his own racing heart. The air grew thick with the scent of rain and her faint, floral perfume, a dizzying mixture that made his head spin. Her breath hitched as he leaned closer, his lips hovering just a breath away from hers, sharing the same warm, trembling air. In that suspended moment, every fear and hesitation melted away, leaving only the raw, aching need for connection. It was a silent conversation of skin and soul, a perfect, breathless prelude to everything yet to come.
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