Girls That Finish The Job
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The sun bled its final, glorious light across the horizon, painting the world in shades of rose and gold as Lana stood on the balcony, the warm breeze a soft caress against her skin. She felt his presence before his hand found the small of her back, a touch so light it sent a tremor through her entire being. He turned her gently, his eyes holding hers with an intensity that made her breath catch in her throat. His fingers traced the line of her jaw, a slow, deliberate path that felt like a whispered promise. She leaned into his palm, her own hand coming to rest over the steady, strong beat of his heart beneath his shirt. The scent of night-blooming jasmine wrapped around them, an intoxicating perfume for this silent, aching dance. A soft sigh escaped her lips as he leaned closer, his forehead resting against hers, their shared breath a warm, intimate cloud in the cooling air. In that suspended moment, the bustling city below faded into a distant, irrelevant hum. Every nerve ending in her body was alive, humming with a sweet, desperate anticipation that pooled deep within her. They were the only two people under that vast, scarlet sky, bound by a connection that felt both terrifyingly new and as ancient as the twilight itself.
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