Girls That Finish The Job
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The city lights blurred beyond the rain-streaked window, casting a soft, golden halo around her silhouette as she turned. A slow, knowing smile graced her lips, not quite reaching her eyes, which held the deep, quiet gravity of a twilight sea. She moved with a liquid grace, the whisper of silk following her like a secret promise as she closed the distance between them. The air grew thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the faint, intoxicating warmth of her skin. His breath caught when her fingers, cool and gentle, traced the line of his jaw, a touch so light it felt like a memory. In that suspended moment, he felt the careful walls around her heart tremble, revealing a fleeting glimpse of profound vulnerability. Her head came to rest against his chest, and he felt the frantic, hummingbird rhythm of her pulse finally begin to slow, matching the steady cadence of his own. A soft sigh escaped her, a sound of surrender and immense relief, as his arms encircled her, creating a sanctuary from the world. They stood there, wrapped in the quiet understanding that some mysteries are not meant to be solved, only held. In the silent language of their entwined bodies, they found a truth more eloquent than any confession.
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