Elena's POVI didn't bother knocking. I didn't care.My heart was hammering so hard against my ribs I thought it might split. The closer I got to his door, the more the heat in my chest grew - a toxic mix of jealousy, betrayal, anger, and something worse:Longing.I walked straight in. No greeting. No hesitation.Damian was in his living room, shirt halfway unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, as though he belonged to some magazine spread. He looked up, startled - but something else flickered in his eyes.Something like recognition.I walked toward him. Every step steady, even though my insides were shaking.He opened his mouth. "Elena-"I didn't let him finish. I reached up, grabbed his collar, and crashed my mouth against his, hard, immediate, and utterly devoid of gentleness. It was a demand, a confession, and an accusation all rolled into one desperate, consuming action. I used the pressure of my body against his, pouring every ounce of the week's fury, confusion, and longing into the
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