The very next day, we left back to our country. I was sad, just a little bit, and at the same time relieved. Sad because somehow, without me admitting it to myself, I had grown used to the strange quiet moments between us. Relieved because those tense moments, the ones that made my heart beat too fast and my thoughts tangle, would finally stop. Back home, things would return to normal. Or at least, that was what I kept telling myself. Inside the private jet, everything was calm. The low hum of the engine filled the space, steady and almost soothing. I sat beside Alpha Damon, my seatbelt fastened, my hands resting loosely on my lap. He was busy, as usual, his laptop open, fingers moving quickly over the keyboard. His brows were slightly drawn together, that familiar focused expression on his face. He looked like he belonged there, powerful, composed, untouchable. I tried not to stare. The night before had drained me more than I realized. Between the travel, the tension, the emotion
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