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98. Late Confessions.
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2025-10-24 10:00:00SADIE’S POV
“Watch me.”
His words slithered between us like a match striking flame, sparking something I had fought for years to bury.
Before I could push him away, Damon moved—faster, stronger than I remembered.
His hand slid from my arm to my waist, dragging me back against him, and with one sharp step forward he drove me against the cottage wall. The impact knocked the air from my lungs, the cold wood pressing hard into my spine.
I gasped, palms braced against his chest, but it only made his body press closer. He wasn’t crushing me—not yet—but the sheer force of him, the dark wall of heat and muscle, pinned me in place.
“Let me go,” I demanded, though my voice came out low, hushed, betraying the way my pulse thundered.
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