Girls That Finish The Job
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The city lights blurred outside the rain-streaked window, casting a soft, silver sheen across the room. He stood by the glass, a silent silhouette, until her quiet approach drew him from his thoughts. His hand found hers, their fingers intertwining in a slow, deliberate dance of skin against skin. A gentle sigh escaped her lips as he turned, his other hand rising to cradle her jaw with an almost reverent tenderness. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she breathed in his familiar, comforting scent. The world outside, with all its noise and demands, seemed to melt into a distant, unimportant hum. In that quiet space, all that existed was the warmth of his palm and the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heart against her own. A single tear traced a path down her cheek, not of sorrow, but of a profound, overwhelming connection. He brushed it away with his thumb, his gaze holding hers with an unspoken promise. In that silent exchange, she felt more seen, more cherished, than by any roaring crowd or dazzling spotlight.
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