CINDY’S POVTwo hours after Elis’s call with Damian, we were finally dragging our asses out of that hotel bed, gearing up for the chaos ahead.Damian looked like sin on a stick. His black shirt hugged every damn muscle, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show off those veiny forearms. His black jeans were slung low on his hips, and his hair was tousled just right, like he had run his hands through it one too many times.God, kill me now.I sat on the edge of the bed in his oversized hoodie and sweatpants, looking like I had ridden the hot mess express. My hair was wild, no makeup, clothes wrecked from last night’s marathon.He caught me staring at him in the mirror, smirked that cocky smirk, and sprayed his cologne.Damn.The scent hit me like a drug, woody, spicy, all him, and my thighs clenched on instinct.“You look like a thief on aisle twenty-one,” he teased as he turned to me, making fun of the way his clothes looked on the.I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help grinning.“Gl
Last Updated : 2025-11-07
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