Sexy nurse Jenn
The midnight rain whispered secrets against my windowpane, a soft percussion that almost muffled the hesitant knock from next door. When I opened it, Jenn stood there, haloed by the hallway's dim glow, her hair damp and her eyes holding a storm of their own. She stepped inside without a word, the scent of night air and her delicate perfume filling the space between us. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs as her gaze, heavy with unspoken longing, locked with mine. Her cool fingers brushed against my wrist, a touch so light it felt like a question, and I answered by gently drawing her closer. The world narrowed to the space of my entryway, to the sound of our shared, shaky breaths mingling with the rain's steady song. I could feel the quiet strength in her shoulders as my hands settled there, a silent promise of shelter from the storm. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned her forehead against mine, her eyes fluttering closed in a moment of pure, surrendered trust. In that fragile, suspended silence, every unspoken word and stolen glance from weeks past culminated in this single, breathless point of connection. It was not a beginning of something loud, but the quiet, inevitable start of everything.
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