Girls That Finish The Job
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The sun dipped low, spilling molten gold across the languid sky as a sultry breeze, thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, whispered through her hair. She stood on the balcony, the warm stone beneath her bare feet a grounding contrast to the dizzying heat his presence always summoned. His eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, held hers with an intensity that made the very air between them hum. A single, slow step closed the distance, his knuckles brushing a stray lock from her cheek, the touch sending a shiver straight to her soul. She could feel the quiet thunder of his heart as he drew her nearer, her own pulse a frantic, answering rhythm against his chest. His breath was a warm caress against her temple, a silent promise spoken in the language of longing. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, learning its landscape with a tender, trembling reverence. In that suspended moment, the world fell away, leaving only the shared warmth of their skin and the unspoken words hanging in the balmy air. A soft sigh escaped her lips, not of surrender, but of homecoming, as he leaned his forehead against hers. This was not a beginning or an end, but a perfect, breathless eternity woven from the summer’s fevered dream.
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