Chapter 112

••• Damien’s POV •••

She looked up at me, eyes glistening, fingers curled in the fabric of my shirt.

“Kiss me again,” she whispered.

This time, I didn’t hesitate.

I kissed her like I was starving. Like I’d spent years parched, and she was the only thing that could quench the ache in my chest. Her li...

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