Girls That Finish The Job
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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the dust motes that danced between us. I watched the slow, deliberate way your fingers traced the line of your own wrist, a silent prelude to a conversation our bodies were aching to have. The air grew thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and the faint, sweet perfume of your skin. When your eyes finally met mine, the world narrowed to that single, charged point of connection, a silent question hanging in the space between our parted lips. My breath hitched as you reached out, your knuckles brushing my cheek with a touch so feather-light it felt like a memory. A shiver, delicate and profound, traced its way down my spine, awakening every sleeping nerve. I could feel the frantic rhythm of my own heart echoing in my ears, a desperate drumbeat pleading for you to come closer. You leaned in, and the warmth of your forehead gently resting against mine was a sanctuary I had been searching for my entire life. In that suspended moment, every unspoken dream and hidden yearning swelled within my chest, threatening to overflow. I surrendered to the quiet understanding that this was not an end, but a beautiful, terrifying beginning.
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