“Hey, what’s up?” Aria looked at Damian, puzzled by his sudden stillness, and finally broke the awkward silence. “Nothing,” he replied with a faint smile, shaking his head slightly as he finished zipping up her dress. The slow sound of the zipper seemed amplified in the vast, quiet walk-in closet—oddly intimate, like a whisper brushing against the air. Once it was done, Aria was ready to bolt. She desperately needed space; her cheeks were burning so fiercely she feared they might combust. But Damian had no intention of letting her escape so easily. He reached out effortlessly, pulling her back into his arms. Leaning in, he nipped lightly at her ear and murmured in a low, velvety voice, “Aria, why do you blush so easily?” Seriously? It was completely his fault. Aria pouted internally but let out a soft, flustered laugh. “Stop it, big brother. Don’t come so close—it tickles!” she giggled, pushing him away before darting downstairs like a startled rabbit. She didn’t feel like she
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