(Evelyn POV)Damien’s hands slid around my waist, firm and sure, pulling me just close enough for my breath to catch.“Stop,” I whispered, but it came out weak, breathless.“I will,” he murmured, voice low and steady, “if you look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want this.”I froze. My lips parted, but nothing came out. I hated it, the way my body felt like it was betraying me, the way his nearness stole all the strength I thought I had. His voice alone was dangerous, the kind that slipped under your skin and made you forget how to think.His fingers pressed slightly at my waist, sending shivers up my spine. His eyes held mine, dark and unreadable, like he was daring me to lie.“Damien…” I breathed, barely a sound.He leaned in, slow, deliberate, his lips almost brushing mine. My mind screamed to push him away, but my heart… my heart was a traitor. It fluttered wildly, begging for what my pride refused to allow.I could feel his breath against my lips, his heartbeat against mine.
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