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Chapter 34

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last update Last Updated: 2025-02-04 02:50:34

Carmela slammed the bathroom door shut behind her, pressing her back against it as she tried to calm her racing heart.

Her face was burning, and her fingers still tingled from touching Damion’s skin.

She groaned, covering her face with both hands. What the hell was I thinking?

She had woken up beside him. In his bed.

And she had been touching his face like some love-struck fool.

The worst part? He caught her.

His teasing voice still rang in her ears. Enjoying the view?

Carmela clenched her fists. “I swear I’ll kill him,” she muttered to herself, though she knew full well that she was more embarrassed than angry.

Taking a deep breath, she turned toward the sink, splashing cold water on her face.

Focus.

She wasn’t supposed to be here. She wasn’t supposed to still be in this house.

And yet, she had fallen asleep in his bed, again.

How did things keep spiraling out of her control?

A soft knock on the door made her tense.

“Are you planning to stay in there forever?” Damion’s amused voice d
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