Taste of sin
He continued reading for a while after I entered and only looked up when he had marked the place he had stopped.
“Damian,” he said simply as he leaned back on his seat, acknowledging my presence.
“Selene is not right for me. She's just,” I began.
“You're wasting your time,” he snapped. “This is about your feelings, no one cares about that.”
“I can't commit my life to someone that has no value to me. And that's what you're trying to make me do,” I protested. “I don’t want to live a lie.”
“You’re already living a lie,” he replied without missing a beat. “You’re living a lie pretending that you have a choice.”
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