Girls That Finish The Job
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The moon cast long, silver shadows across the dew-kissed grass, the only witness to their silent, heated hunt. His gaze, a physical warmth against her skin, tracked her every fluttering breath as she moved just beyond his reach. A current of pure anticipation crackled in the cool night air, pulling them together like a tide. Her fingers, trembling slightly, finally brushed against the rough texture of his jacket, and a shiver coursed through her. He leaned in, his forehead gently resting against hers, their shared breaths forming a single, misty cloud in the darkness. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, a silent conversation spoken through parted lips and searching eyes. Every nerve in her body sang with a raw, aching need for his closeness, for the safety of his arms. When his hand cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw, she felt a profound surrender, a delicious unraveling of all her defenses. A soft sigh escaped her, a sound of pure emotion that was both a plea and a gift. In that suspended moment, with hearts pounding a wild, synchronized rhythm, they were utterly and completely unleashed.
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