Girls That Finish The Job
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the quiet studio, catching the dust motes dancing in the warm, still air. Liz’s breath hitched as his gaze finally met hers, a silent question hanging between them. He slowly closed the distance, his fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw, a touch so feather-light it sent shivers cascading down her spine. She leaned into his palm, her eyes fluttering closed, surrendering to the overwhelming tenderness of the moment. The scent of his skin, clean and faintly of sandalwood, filled her senses, making her feel dizzy and anchored all at once. A soft sigh escaped her lips as his other hand found the small of her back, drawing her into a hesitant, yet certain, embrace. Her own hands came to rest on his chest, feeling the steady, frantic rhythm of his heart echoing her own. In that suspended silence, the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the shared warmth of their bodies and the unspoken promise in the air. Every nerve ending felt alive, humming with a sweet, aching anticipation that was almost too beautiful to bear. This was not a beginning or an end, but a perfect, breathless eternity crafted just for them.
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