Girls That Finish The Job
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The sun dipped low, spilling liquid gold across the rumpled sheets where they lay, their skin still damp and cooling in the evening air. His fingers traced lazy, unseen patterns on the small of her back, a silent language of possession and wonder. She sighed, a soft sound lost against the hollow of his throat, her breath a warm caress that made him shiver. The scent of salt and summer rain clung to them, an intimate perfume woven from the day’s heat. He could feel the steady, strong rhythm of her heart where her chest pressed against his, a quiet drumbeat syncing with his own. Her leg was thrown over his, a weightless anchor keeping him present in this perfect, drifting moment. A single bead of sweat traced a path from her temple, and he watched its journey with rapt attention, as if it were the most important event in the world. Her eyes, when they met his, were heavy-lidded and dark, holding a universe of unspoken promises and tender exhaustion. The world outside their window fell away, its noises fading into a hushed, respectful silence for this sacred space they had created. In that lingering, golden quiet, he knew he had found not just a person, but a home.
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