Girls That Finish The Job
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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the curve of her shoulder as he traced it with a whisper-soft touch. Her breath hitched, a tiny, captured sound lost in the quiet space between them. He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, their shared warmth a silent language more profound than any words. She could feel the frantic rhythm of his heart echoing her own, a wild drumbeat against her palm as she pressed her hand to his chest. The scent of his skin, clean and faintly of sandalwood, filled her senses, making her feel dizzy and utterly grounded at once. His gaze held hers, dark and intense, reflecting a vulnerability that made her own soul ache in response. A slow, tender smile touched his lips, and she felt an answering one bloom within her, a secret unfolding in the quiet. His fingers laced with hers, a simple act that felt like a sacred vow, anchoring them in the swelling tide of emotion. The world outside the window ceased to exist, the distant city lights blurring into insignificance against the universe they built in that single, breathless moment. In the profound silence, every slight shift, every soft sigh, wove a tapestry of aching, beautiful connection.
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