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Safe in His Arms

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-09-16 22:19:58

DAMON'S POV:

​One evening, we were sitting together in the main living room and she was curled up comfortably on the long leather sofa, holding a thick novel in her hands, her long dark hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. I was sitting in the armchair directly across from her, pretending to analyze a stack of security reports, but mostly just enjoying her company.

​"Why are you looking over at me like that?" she asked suddenly, her eyes still fixed on the page she was reading.

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