Girls That Finish The Job
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The golden afternoon light spilled through the window, catching the dust motes dancing around her like tiny, excited fairies. She stood with her back to him, a silent silhouette against the fading day, her shoulders holding a tension he yearned to soothe with his touch. He approached slowly, his footsteps silent on the plush rug, his presence a quiet question in the still room. When his hands finally, gently, settled on the curve of her waist, she released a breath she seemed to have held for a lifetime, leaning back into the solid warmth of his chest. He felt the delicate shudder that ran through her, a tremor of pure feeling that spoke more eloquently than any words ever could. Burying his face in the softness of her hair, he inhaled her scent, a intoxicating mix of jasmine and warm skin that made his head spin. Her hands came up to cover his, her fingers lacing with his in a silent promise that tightened his throat with emotion. They stood there, entwined in the quiet intimacy of the moment, two souls finding a home in a simple embrace. The world outside, with all its noise and haste, simply ceased to exist, leaving only the shared rhythm of their breathing. In that suspended, perfect silence, he knew this was a feeling he would chase for the rest of his days.
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