Girls That Finish The Job
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The city lights blurred beyond the rain-streaked window, a distant galaxy that paled against the constellation of freckles on her shoulder. His breath was a warm whisper against her neck, a silent question that made her heart hammer a frantic, willing rhythm against her ribs. Her fingers traced the strong line of his jaw, learning its landscape with a tender, deliberate slowness. A soft sigh escaped her lips as he leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, their shared warmth creating a private universe in the quiet room. The scent of rain and his faint, clean cologne filled her senses, an intoxicating perfume that made her feel both dizzyingly alive and profoundly safe. When his hand found the small of her back, the touch was a brand of pure heat, a promise that seeped through the thin fabric of her dress. She melted into the solid strength of him, every nerve ending alight with a trembling, radiant anticipation. In his deep, steady gaze, she saw not just desire, but a profound reverence that made her feel utterly seen and cherished. This was no mere collision of bodies, but a slow, deliberate unraveling of two souls, bared and breathless in the dim light. The world outside ceased to exist, forgotten in the sacred, heated space between their beating hearts.
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