Girls That Finish The Job
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The air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and the distant, earthy perfume of rain on hot pavement. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down the curve of her spine, a whisper of contact that made her breath catch in her throat. She leaned into him, her forehead resting against his collarbone, feeling the frantic rhythm of his heart echoing her own. The warm, humid breeze caressed their skin like a silken sheet, clinging to them with a gentle persistence. He tilted her chin up, his eyes holding hers with an intensity that made the world beyond their balcony disappear. When his lips finally met hers, it was a soft, searching touch, a question and an answer all at once. A soft sigh escaped her, lost in the quiet symphony of crickets and the low hum of the city. His hands settled on her waist, pulling her closer until not even the sultry air could pass between them. The taste of him was of summer nights and sweet wine, an intoxicating blend that left her dizzy with longing. In that suspended moment, wrapped in the dark and the heat, they were the only two people left in the world, melting into one another.
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