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Eli nodded, because he couldn’t say no, because he didn’t want to.
Damian turned him slowly, so they were face to face, breath to breath. For a heartbeat, neither moved. Then Damian kissed him — hard, like punishment, like confession, like surrender.
The room fell away. There was no kitchen, no bourbon, no broken promise waiting at home. Just the heat, the grip, the helpless, hungry truth of two men who should have stopped months ago but didn’t — couldn’t — and now stood in the wreckage, making fire from the ruins.
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