Lucy Loves Asshole Adventure: A Blonde Bombshells Thrilling

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The golden afternoon light spilled through the window, casting long, dancing shadows across the quiet room where Lucy stood, her breath catching as Frank entered. His presence was a sudden shift in the atmosphere, a magnetic pull that drew her gaze to his, finding a storm of unspoken words in his eyes. He moved closer, the space between them humming with a tension that made her skin prickle with anticipation. His hand, when it finally rose, was surprisingly gentle as his fingers traced the line of her jaw, a touch so feather-light it felt like a question. She leaned into his palm, her own hands finding the solid warmth of his chest, feeling the frantic rhythm of his heart matching her own. The scent of his skin, a mix of clean cotton and something uniquely him, filled her senses as he leaned his forehead against hers. In that suspended silence, every previous doubt melted away, replaced by a profound, aching tenderness that tightened her throat. A single, soft sigh escaped her lips as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a sanctuary of shared warmth and safety. She closed her eyes, memorizing the feeling of being utterly enveloped, of two separate heartbeats finding a single, syncopated rhythm. This was not a beginning or an end, but a perfect, breathless moment suspended in time, a silent promise whispered against her skin.