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CHAPTER 21: THE DAY AFTER YES

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Amelia's POV

​I woke early to the smell of something burning and the low, furious rumble of a man arguing with a smoke alarm.

​“Turn off,” Damon hissed. “I will cut your funding. You are a guest in this house.”

​I slipped into his crisp white dress shirt, the silk brushing down past my thighs as I drifted into the kitchen. He was standing at the stove, waving a dish towel at the ceiling detector while a pan smoked miserably on the burner behind him. ​He looked impossibly handsome.

​“You know,”
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