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AUTHOR’S POV
The private jet hummed steadily in the midnight sky, the cabin dim and quiet, the soft glow of overhead lights casting shadows over the leather seats.
Sloane sat pressed against Damon, his hand warm in hers, their fingers laced together.
His eyes were closed, his head resting back, his breathing slow and even, and she thought he’d fallen asleep.
A small smile tugged at her lips as she glanced at him, his face relaxed, the hard edges softened in the stillness.
She shifted closer, her cheek brushing his shoulder, and let her fingers trace the veins on the back of his hand, following the faint lines with a gentle touch, feeling the warmth of his skin under hers.
She leaned into his chest, her head nestling there, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat, c
