Girls That Finish The Job
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The moon was a shy pearl behind the veil of clouds, its light catching the dewdrops that clung to the jasmine climbing the old stone wall. He found her there, a silhouette among the sleeping roses, her presence a quiet melody in the hushed night. His breath caught as she turned, her eyes holding the soft, weary glow of a thousand unspoken stories. She didn't speak, but simply extended a hand, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against his. That single touch was a current, a warm, liquid feeling that started at his palm and flooded his entire being, melting the cold solitude he carried in his chest. He stepped closer, the scent of damp earth and night-blooming flowers swirling around them like a shared secret. Her head came to rest gently against his shoulder, and he felt the steady, trusting rhythm of her heartbeat through the thin fabric of his shirt. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound of surrender and profound peace that echoed the quiet rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. In that hidden garden, time seemed to slow, stretching the moment into a delicate eternity woven from starlight and silent understanding. They stood there, two souls intertwined not by passion, but by a gentle, healing warmth that promised tomorrow.
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