Kiss me, kill her
And then he whispered, “I love you, Scarlett.”
My heart stopped.
Scarlett.
I tried to move, to slip away—but he pulled me closer. His lips captured mine in a kiss so passionate. Tender. Hungry.
And I didn’t stop him.
Because for a moment, just one, I let myself pretend.
That he was kissing me.
“Fuck,” Damien groaned, grabbing his head as he pushed me to the side and collapsed back onto the bed. I sat up, watching him for a moment. He was out cold again, snoring softly.
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