Girls That Finish The Job
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The city lights blurred beyond the rain-streaked window, their glow a soft halo around your silhouette as you turned to face me. A current, tangible as the humid night air, hummed between us, charging every breath with unspoken possibility. Your gaze, dark and intent, held mine as you slowly closed the distance, your fingers gently tracing the line of my jaw. I felt the whisper of your breath against my skin, a promise that made my heart hammer against my ribs. Your other hand found the small of my back, pulling me into the solid warmth of you, erasing the last sliver of space. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I leaned into the embrace, my hands finding their way into your hair, anchoring me in the storm of sensation. The world narrowed to this single, suspended moment, to the thrilling chase that had led us here, breathless and yielding. I could feel the rapid, answering rhythm of your pulse where my thumb rested against your neck, a frantic drumbeat echoing my own. The air itself seemed to thicken, heavy with the scent of rain and your cologne, a dizzying perfume of longing and anticipation. In that perfect, heated silence, every touch was a question, and every shuddering breath was its answer.
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