Chapter 11 Lines We Shouldn't Cross

Damian's hand did not move.

Neither did mine.

We stood there in the silence of the room, flesh to flesh, hearts pounding a little too hard.

He didn't say anything. He didn't have to.

Because it was all already in the way he looked at me.

As if I was the storm he'd been waiting for.

As if I was the calm he never knew he deserved.

And maybe. a

            
            

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