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Wait outside the bathroom door.

Autor: Ava
last update Última actualización: 2025-10-07 23:52:30

Ava's POV

I blinked once, twice. The word hovered, unspoken and enormous, transforming everything. “It’s possible,” I whispered. “I—I think I might be.”

For the first time in years, Damian’s mask of control cracked. Vulnerability flickered in the depths of those storm-dark eyes—uncertainty, hope, abject terror. He cupped my face in both hands, dragging me close until our foreheads met and all the air between us vibrated with tension.

“If you are…” He swallowed, voice failing for a moment, then gathering. “If you are, then it’s ours. Absolutely. I’ll do whatever you need. Anything.”

He closed his eyes, pressing his mouth gently to my forehead. I felt him tremble—the war inside him between fear and joy that mirrored my own. The silence throbbed as time balanced on the edge of something new.

He sat back, letting out a breathless laugh—a sound not quite joyful, not quite terrified. “Elise will get a test. I’ll call her now. No one else. No staff. No one hears a word.”

I nodded, stil
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