Married by Mistake, Loved by Fate
She repeated it, firmer this time, hoping the finality of her words could push back the storm inside her.
Damian’s eyes darkened, smoldering with desire and unspoken longing. He leaned closer, the heat radiating from him almost tangible, his hand brushing hers ever so lightly, a deliberate, teasing touch that made her chest ache. “Friends,” he murmured, the word rolling off his tongue like a dare. “Fine… we can be friends.” His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “But know this, Lucy, whether as friends or lovers, nothing, not a single thing, will ever make me stop loving you.”
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