Elara
The moment I realized what had almost happened, I practically jumped away from Damian. My face burned so badly that I was certain it had turned bright red.
I pressed my fingertips against my lips, still feeling the warmth of his kiss lingering there, and avoided looking at him.
Damian, on the other hand, looked far too calm. He leaned against the kitchen counter with an expression that was dangerously close to amusement.
"So," he said casually, "does this mean you don't think I'm taking advantage anymore?"
I stared at him in disbelief. "That is seriously what you're thinking about right now?"
He grinned. "It seems important."
His shameless answer only made my embarrassment worse. In an effort to distract myself, I glanced down and suddenly froze.
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