MAIA SOLIS
The sound of the storm last night seems like a distant memory. I feel like I'm in a fairy tale with the sound of birds at the window. The calm and peaceful ocean around me and a warm and possessive hand kept me attached to a body that practically made me discover things in myself that I didn't even know about.
Damon's sleep is peaceful and calm as if everything that led us to this moment were just details. His dark hair is disheveled, in a way I never thought I could see.
A contrast to that imposing man full of crazy ideas, who also offered me a hundred thousand dollars. Well, right now I don't like to think about that part, because accepting any amount from him now seems offensive. What kind of woman would I be if I accepted after this new formulation of our agreement?
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