Girls That Finish The Job
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The city lights blurred beyond the rain-streaked window, casting a soft, silver glow upon your silhouette as you turned to me. Your hand, cool from the evening air, found mine with a gentleness that stilled the frantic rhythm of my heart. I could feel the whisper of your breath against my temple, a silent question hanging in the space between our almost-touching lips. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and old books wove around us, an intoxicating perfume that made the world outside feel a thousand miles away. Your thumb traced slow, deliberate circles on my wrist, each rotation unraveling another layer of my carefully constructed composure. A soft sigh escaped you, a sound so full of unspoken longing that it echoed deep within my own soul. I leaned into the solid warmth of your chest, listening to the steady, reassuring drum of your heartbeat beneath my cheek. In that suspended moment, every fear and past sorrow melted away, leaving only the profound truth of this connection. Your forehead rested against mine, our shared breath creating a private universe where only we existed. I knew then, with a certainty that shook me to my core, that I was utterly and completely yours.
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