Girls That Finish The Job
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The evening air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine, a sweet perfume that clung to the silence between them. He watched her from across the room, his gaze a tangible warmth that made her skin prickle with anticipation. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for her glass, the cool condensation a stark contrast to the heat rising in her cheeks. When their eyes finally met, a silent understanding passed between them, a current of unspoken longing that tightened her chest. He moved closer, his presence a comforting weight that shifted the very atmosphere in the room. His hand found hers, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on her wrist, each touch a whispered promise. She felt her breath catch, the world narrowing to the space where their bodies almost touched. A soft sigh escaped her lips as he leaned in, his forehead gently resting against hers, sharing the same air. In that suspended moment, every thirst she had ever known was finally, completely quenched by his quiet devotion. The world fell away, leaving only the profound peace of two souls utterly sated.
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