Girls That Finish The Job
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The moon cast a silver path across the silent, sleeping garden, its light catching the faint tremor in her hand as he reached for it. His fingers, calloused and warm, laced with hers, a simple touch that sent a current of pure warmth flooding through her veins. She could feel the steady, strong rhythm of his heart where her cheek rested against his chest, a frantic drum answering the quiet thunder of her own. His breath, a soft whisper against her temple, carried the faint scent of rain and old books, a fragrance that now meant home. A single, stray tear traced a path down her cheek, not of sorrow, but of an overwhelming, terrifying joy that threatened to break her apart. He gently caught it with his thumb, his gaze holding hers with an intensity that stripped away all pretense, leaving only raw, vulnerable truth. In that suspended moment, the world and its rules fell away, leaving only the sacred space between their two souls. The air itself seemed to hum with the unspoken words that passed between them, a language of longing and devotion. She leaned into him, her body molding to his as if finding a missing piece it had always ached for, a perfect, silent fit. This was not a stolen moment, but a claimed eternity, a forbidden fire they would now tend together, forever.
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