Twenty – Her POV (The Morning After)
The morning light crept through the curtains like an uninvited guest. I lay still in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment of last night in an endless loop. Damien’s smirk. Alexander’s fury. The car ride, thick with unspoken words. And that unbearable second when I thought he was going to kiss me—and realized I wanted him to. My chest tightened, heat rushing to my face. I shoved the thought away, but it clung to me like smoke. It was maddening. He was supposed to be nothing more than a contract. A transaction. A deal signed in desperation. So why did his nearness unravel me? Why did the memory of his voice outside my door—low, broken, possessive—echo in my head like a confession? “You’ll be mine, Elena. Completely. And when that day comes, you won’t run from me anymore
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