Girls That Finish The Job
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The city lights blurred into a river of gold far below our secluded balcony, but their cold fire was no match for the warmth radiating from your skin so close to mine. Your name, Alina, was a whispered prayer on my lips as your fingers, trembling slightly, traced the line of my jaw. The night air, thick with the scent of jasmine and impending rain, seemed to hold its breath along with me. I could feel the frantic rhythm of your heart answering the wild drumming in my own chest, a silent, frantic conversation. When your forehead gently leaned against mine, closing the last sliver of distance, the world narrowed to this single, breathless point of contact. Your scent, a intoxicating mix of vanilla and night, filled my senses, making me dizzy with a longing so profound it ached. A soft sigh escaped you, a sound more vulnerable and beautiful than any music, and my arms instinctively tightened around you. In that suspended moment, every fear and doubt melted away, replaced by a terrifying, exhilarating certainty. I felt your breath hitch as my thumb brushed a stray tear from your cheek, a glistening testament to the emotion we could no longer contain. This was more than a kiss waiting to happen; it was a whole universe being born in the quiet space between two souls.
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