Girls That Finish The Job
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The city slept under a blanket of distant, indifferent stars, but in the quiet of her apartment, the world had shrunk to the space between our breaths. Coco’s gaze held mine, a silent question shimmering in the twilight, and I watched the slow, deliberate curve of her smile begin its answer. She stepped closer, the scent of night-blooming jasmine and warm skin weaving an intoxicating spell in the still air. My fingers, trembling slightly, traced the elegant line of her jaw, feeling the delicate pulse point flutter like a captured bird beneath her silken skin. A soft sigh escaped her lips, not a sound but a visible cloud of surrender that hung between us for a timeless moment. Her hands came to rest on my chest, their warmth seeping through the fabric, mapping the frantic rhythm of my own treacherous heart. I could feel the weight of her trust, a tangible thing as I leaned in, my forehead gently resting against hers, closing my eyes against the wave of pure, aching affection. The world was reduced to this single, suspended breath before a kiss, a precipice of feeling where every fear and desire coalesced. In the profound silence, our souls seemed to speak in a language older than words, a raw and vulnerable confession. This was no simple temptation, but the terrifying, beautiful unraveling of two hearts becoming irrevocably one.
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