Girls That Finish The Job
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The evening breeze whispered through the open window, carrying the scent of rain-kissed jasmine into the quiet room. His fingers, trembling slightly, traced the delicate line of her jaw, a question asked without a single word. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as a soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound of pure surrender. The world outside, with all its noise and haste, faded into a distant, unimportant hum. He could feel the frantic rhythm of her heart answering the wild drumming in his own chest, a silent, frantic conversation. Her hand came to rest upon his, their fingers intertwining as if they were always meant to fit together just so. In that suspended moment, every fear and doubt melted away, leaving only the overwhelming truth of their connection. The air grew thick with unspoken promises and the sweet, aching tension of a love finally acknowledged. She tilted her head, her forehead gently resting against his, their shared breath creating a warm, intimate universe for two. This was not a fall, but a flight, a soaring leap into a destiny neither could any longer resist.
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