.... you sound like my grandmother

Elise

Damien’s chest is solid beneath his shirt, his skin faintly flushed.

“Alright!” Madam Faux claps her hands together. “Let me see the cat pose! Come on, everyone!”

I cannot take my eyes off Damien as he gets down on his hands and knees, his broad back curving toward the ceiling. The move loo...

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