Girls That Finish The Job
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the quiet room, painting your silhouette in soft, warm light. I watched the gentle rise and fall of your chest, a silent rhythm that called to my own. My fingers traced the line of your jaw, a touch as light as a whispered secret, and you leaned into the contact with a sigh that spoke of deep trust. Our eyes met, and in that unbroken gaze, the entire noisy world simply melted into a distant hum. I felt your hand find mine, our fingers intertwining with a sense of perfect, destined fit. The air grew thick with the unspoken words hanging between us, a palpable electricity that made my skin hum. You moved closer, your forehead resting against mine, and our shared breath became the only language we needed. A single, stray tear traced a path down your cheek, not of sorrow, but of overwhelming, profound feeling. In that suspended moment, every barrier I had ever built crumbled into dust, leaving me utterly exposed and completely whole. This was not a collision, but a long-awaited homecoming of two souls finally recognizing their other half.
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