The sun had vanished beyond the ocean when Maya stepped onto the balcony, leaving only a bruised ribbon of violet and copper at the horizon. Warm evening air slid over her bare shoulders, raising a faint scatter of goosebumps that pebbled her nipples beneath the thin silk of her camisole.Behind her, the bedroom was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that had lived between them for weeks, thick with everything they hadn't said.She felt him before she heard him-Damon's presence in the doorway, his gaze tracing her spine like a hand. She turned.For a moment, neither moved.Then Maya smiled. Not the polite one she'd been wearing like armor. The real one, the one that had always been his.Damon crossed the room in three slow strides. His hands settled around her waist, firm and familiar, drawing her close with a kind of reverent hunger. She slipped her arms around his neck and felt the fine tremor running through him, the barely leashed need he'd
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