Hot Kiss
The hotel room door shut behind them with a dull, final thud. The sound echoed too loudly in the quiet space, as if the room itself had noticed them. Elara stood just inside the door, her back straight, her fingers still curled from where she’d pushed it closed. The air smelled faintly of cologne and polished wood, unfamiliar and intimate all at once. Damien stood close behind her. Not touching but she could feel his presence like a weight against her back, his breath warm, steady, deliberate. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then he stepped past her and walked further into the room, loosening his jacket, his movements unhurried — like he had all the time in the world. “So,” he said, turning to face her, his expression unreadable, “tell me something.” She crossed her arms. “What
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