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chapter 10

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**Chapter 10**

Morning light poured through the penthouse windows and painted the dark sheets in soft gold. Alex woke slowly with Damian’s arm heavy across his chest and the steady rhythm of Damian’s breathing against his neck. For the first time since he had started this job he did not feel the need to check his phone or brace himself for the next crisis. He simply lay there and let the warmth of the man beside him sink all the way into his bones.

Damian stirred and pulled him closer. “You s
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