Crossed Lines
“Because I finally realized something.”
“What?”
“That I don’t want power over you.” He held her gaze, voice low, steady. “I want a place beside you.”
The silence between them deepened, not uncomfortable, but charged.
She reached across the table, fingers brushing his wrist. “That sounds dangerously like you’re human, Cross.”
“Don’t tell anyone,” he said, mouth lifting in a crooked smile. “It’ll ruin my image.”
The laugh she gave him was soft, real. And in that moment, surrounded by candlelight and quiet music, Damon felt something he hadn’t felt in years, ease.
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