Girls That Finish The Job
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The moon cast a soft, silver glow through the window, painting our quiet world in shades of pearl and shadow. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along my collarbone, a whisper of a touch that sent shivers cascading down my spine. I leaned into the solid warmth of his chest, hearing the frantic rhythm of his heart answering the wild drumming of my own. Our breaths mingled, a silent, humid language speaking of longing and anticipation. His gaze held mine, deep and unwavering, reflecting a universe of unspoken promises. A soft sigh escaped my lips as he gently tilted my chin, his thumb stroking my jaw with an almost reverent tenderness. The space between us vanished, not with force, but with a gravitational pull we had long ceased to resist. When our lips finally met, it was a slow, melting fusion, a tasting of starlight and shared secrets. Every careful, exploring touch felt like a question and its perfect, sighing answer. In that suspended moment, we were the only two souls adrift in the silent, breathless night.
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