Girls That Finish The Job
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The moon cast a soft, silver glow through the window, painting your silhouette in shades of pearl and shadow as you turned toward me. A slow, knowing smile graced your lips, your eyes holding a universe of unspoken promises that made my breath catch. The air itself felt charged, thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the faint, clean fragrance of your skin as you stepped closer. Your fingers, feather-light, traced the line of my jaw, sending a cascade of shivers down my spine. I could feel the steady, strong rhythm of your heart beneath my palm, a silent drumbeat answering the frantic flutter in my own chest. Our foreheads touched, a tender connection that felt more intimate than any kiss, as we simply breathed each other in. The world outside ceased to exist, narrowing to this single, suspended moment of aching anticipation. A soft sigh escaped you, a sound of pure surrender that echoed the longing coiling deep within me. Your hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me into an embrace that felt like coming home after a long, lonely journey. In that quiet space, every whispered touch and shared glance felt like a secret language, weaving a tapestry of profound and tender connection.
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