Girls That Finish The Job
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The city lights blurred beyond the rain-streaked window, a distant galaxy of gold and white. His breath was a warm whisper against her neck, sending a cascade of shivers down her spine. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, feeling the gentle tension there, a silent language of longing. The air itself felt thick and sweet, charged with the unspoken words that hung between them. He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, their shared breath creating a fragile, intimate universe. A soft sigh escaped her lips as his hand found the small of her back, a steady, grounding pressure that promised safety. She could feel the frantic rhythm of his heart echoing her own, a wild, syncopated drumbeat against her palm. The world outside ceased to exist, the only reality the warmth of his skin and the dark, tender depth of his gaze. Every nerve ending felt alive, humming with a current of pure, undiluted feeling. In that suspended moment, there was only this profound, aching connection, a silent surrender to the heat they created together.
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