Girls That Finish The Job
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the quiet room, each one a silent promise of the evening to come. His gaze was a tangible warmth against her skin, a quiet question that made her breath catch. She stepped closer, the space between them humming with unspoken words, her hand finding the solid strength of his chest. His fingers traced the line of her jaw with a reverence that made her tremble, a slow, deliberate map of a newfound territory. A soft sigh escaped her lips, not of surrender, but of arrival, as he leaned his forehead against hers. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, the scent of his skin and the whisper of their shared breath. Every gentle touch was a language all its own, speaking of patience and a deep, yearning curiosity. She felt the steady, strong rhythm of his heart beneath her palm, a drumbeat answering the frantic flutter in her own. In the hushed stillness, they began a slow, wordless dance of exploration, each hesitant touch unraveling a thread of longing. And in that unraveling, they found not an end, but a beautiful, terrifying, and exquisite beginning.
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