Chapter 25
Vivienne’s POV Damien #11: *Image* I think you brought the weather with you from rainy old England. I have to literally pull my eyes away from my phone screen to stop looking at the picture that Damien just sent me. I click to turn off the screen and then immediately fumble to turn it back on again. Holy s**t does this man have a body. A few abs peek out at the bottom of the photo. His askew tie leads a path up his white, fitted shirt that is plastered across his thick, wide chest. The taut fabric stretches over his huge shoulders and there are raindrop track lines down his neck. He has a cheeky smile on his face and his hair is ruffled and messy. Oh. My. What do I say to this? What I want to say, I don’t think I’m ready for, and what I want to do, I’m definitely not ready for, but
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