Girls That Finish The Job
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The golden afternoon light slanted through the steam-kissed window, casting a soft glow upon the sea of iridescent bubbles. He stepped into the warm, fragrant water, its heat a welcome shock that made her sigh as he settled behind her. She leaned back against his chest, the solid strength of him a comforting anchor in the liquid warmth. His arms encircled her, his fingers tracing idle, mesmerizing patterns on her slick shoulders, each touch a silent promise. She tilted her head back, her damp hair brushing his cheek, her eyes closed in pure, unadulterated bliss. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood rose around them, an intoxicating cloud that made the world outside this porcelain haven cease to exist. His lips found the delicate curve of her neck in a whisper-soft kiss that sent a tremor through her entire being. A soft, contented hum escaped her lips, the only sound besides the gentle lap of water against the tub. In that moment, there was no past or future, only this perfect, breathless present suspended in time. They were two souls adrift in a quiet, bubbling universe, completely and utterly lost in each other.
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