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AUTHOR’S POV
The night air outside was cool, but inside the car, the atmosphere was thick with heat, charged with an intensity that neither of them could ignore.
Damon hadn’t hesitated for a second. The moment Sloane had gasped against his lips, breathless and flustered, he had yanked open the car door and pulled her inside, not even giving her time to question him.
Now, they were tangled together in the backseat, his body pressing against hers, caging her in as the soft hum of the outside world faded into nothing.
The dim streetlights barely filtered through the tinted windows, casting shadows across Damon’s sharp jawline, making his dark eyes look even more dangerous.
Sloane’s heart pounded wildly in her chest.
She was a blushing mess, her face warm, her breath uneven a
