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Chapter 17

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Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting stripes across the floor. My eyes fluttered open slowly, reluctant, and for a fleeting moment, the memory of last night came rushing back.

My body tensed instantly. The sheets were warm, still holding the imprint of him. The scent of Damon was sharp and intoxicating, inescapable.

My heart skipped a beat, pulse racing, and I immediately remembered the intensity, the closeness, the way my body had betrayed me in ways I hadn’t expected.

I shifted
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