Girls That Finish The Job
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The last train had long since vanished into the velvet night, leaving only the scent of hot iron and distant rain hanging in the air. He stood on the weathered timbers, the gravel crunching softly under his worn boots as he turned to face her. Her breath hitched, a visible cloud in the cool air, as his calloused fingers gently traced the line of her jaw, tilting her face up to the moonlight. The world narrowed to the space between them, charged with a silence more profound than any sound. She leaned into his touch, her body swaying like a sapling in a gentle wind, every nerve ending awakening to his proximity. A soft sigh escaped her lips as his other hand found the small of her back, drawing her closer until she could feel the steady, strong rhythm of his heart against her own. The distant cry of a night bird seemed to echo the longing that tightened in her chest, a sweet, aching pressure that made her knees feel weak. His eyes, dark and endless, held hers, reflecting the scattered stars above and a depth of unspoken promise. The rough fabric of his coat brushed against her cheek as he leaned in, his warmth enveloping her completely, a sanctuary against the vast, sleeping world. In that suspended moment, with the cold rails beneath them and the infinite sky above, they were the only two people left, bound by a wordless understanding that thrummed through the cool, still night.
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