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Chapter 157 - What You Make Me Feel

ผู้เขียน: Stephanie Benedict
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-05-31 21:26:55

Aria

Morning creeps in quiet and low, with the usual sleepy grey light peeking through the curtains. I feel it before I open my eyes. Damon’s body is curled into mine, solid and warm, like a second skin on my back. His arm is draped across my waist, fingers resting just under my ribs like they know their place.

I should be sleeping. But my mind won’t let me. It’s too loud up there, too full of yesterday.

What got into you, Aria Williams?

The question comes and goes in the same breath. Because I already know the answer. I like him.

God, it’s annoying even admitting that to myself. I’ve fought the feeling for too long— tried to label it as survival instinct, proximity’s cause, some twisted form of Stockholm Syndrome—anything but what it actually is. But here we are.

I like him.

And, I think I’ve liked him longer than it’s safe to admit. Maybe since the hospital. Maybe since that stupid drenched night at Ashbury Lane. Maybe since the day he looked at me like he didn’t know whether to ki
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