Girls That Finish The Job
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The fading sun cast long, amber shadows across the room, painting your skin in hues of gold and warmth. My fingers traced the delicate line of your collarbone, a silent question in the hesitant touch. Your breath hitched, a soft, surrendering sound that made my heart stammer in response. I leaned closer, my lips barely brushing the sensitive space behind your ear, and felt a tremor run through your entire body. The air grew thick with the scent of your perfume and the unspoken words hanging between us. Your hands came up to cradle my face, your thumbs stroking my jaw with a tenderness that threatened to undo me completely. In your eyes, I saw a universe of longing, a deep, swirling pool of emotion that pulled me under its current. Our foreheads touched, a simple gesture that felt more intimate than any kiss, a quiet sanctuary in the gathering dusk. Every nerve in my body was alive, humming with the electricity of your nearness, the sheer rightness of your form against mine. In that suspended moment, there was only the language of our shared breaths and the profound, aching beauty of our connection.
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