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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