Girls That Finish The Job
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The rain fell in silver sheets against the windowpane, blurring the city lights into a watercolor dream. He stood behind her, his breath a warm whisper against the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She leaned back into the solid warmth of his chest, her body molding to his as if finding its missing half. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path from her shoulder to her wrist, a silent question written on her skin. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound of pure surrender that was lost to the rhythm of the storm. She turned within the circle of his arms, her gaze lifting to meet his, and in his eyes, she saw a reflection of her own aching need. The world outside ceased to exist, reduced to this single, breathless moment suspended in time. He cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her jawline with a tenderness that made her heart clench. As their lips finally met, it was not a collision but a gentle merging, a slow, sweet tasting that promised everything. The taste of rain and longing mingled, a perfect, intoxicating blend of temptation and its sweet, soul-deep satisfaction.
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