Laura's POVThe kiss continues to remain on my lips. My heart is beating so quickly, I feel as if it might jump out of my chest. Brandon's eyes are fixed on me, and for the first time in a while, I experienced a gentle feeling. Secure. Hot. He takes my hair back with his fingers and places his forehead against mine. Neither of us speaks a word. The quiet feels like an embrace. An extremely silent one. I wish for it to continue. However, naturally, nothing lovely endures indefinitely. A strong growl emanates from within the house. My body flinches in terror, and I grab Brandon’s arm. He rises swiftly, his gaze keen and attentive. "That's Damien," he whispers. Damien? He’s the fighter with the mark on his face. The person who does not smile. Brandon extends his hand to me, and I grasp it. His hands feel warm. Powerful. He lifts me off the bench and keeps me close to him as we hurry into the house. The moment we enter, the atmosphere seems heavy. Weighty. I sense the pressure in
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