I was in the dressing room, putting on some lip gloss while looking in the mirror.
I enjoyed the shimmer it possessed.
I left it where it was, and, checking out my outfit one more time, I smiled contentedly. We stayed over at his grandparents' place last night, then we left very early to make sure we’d get to the mansion on time and prepare for work. If Damon doesn't bring up the report, which he said he’d assist me with, I’ll just forget about it.
I got distracted by other stuff.
I still get chills thinking back to my teenage years, when we shared those passionate kisses in complete darkness. I wasn’t afraid to explore his lips and let him touch my skin. Things quickly escalated, and before I knew it, Damon’s shirt was off, and I found myself on top of him, lost at the moment.
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