Girls That Finish The Job
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The first rays of dawn painted the room in hues of gold and peach, catching the dust motes dancing in the still air. She stirred beside me, a soft sigh escaping her lips as a slow, sleepy smile graced her face. My fingers traced the delicate line of her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. She shifted, turning into me, and her hand came to rest over my heart, its steady rhythm answering the unspoken question in her heavy-lidded gaze. The scent of her hair, a mix of vanilla and sleep, filled the space between us as I leaned closer. Our foreheads touched, a silent communion that made the rest of the world simply fade away. I could feel the gentle pressure of her leg entwining with mine, a wordless invitation that set my soul alight. Every breath we shared was a whispered promise, a tender secret just for us in the quiet morning. The look in her eyes held a universe of feeling, a deep, trusting vulnerability that made my chest ache with a fierce, protective love. In that suspended moment, nothing else existed but the profound, quiet language of our two bodies speaking as one.
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