KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL
He kissed my forehead, a tender brush that sent a shiver through me, before his lips, soft and tentative, brushed against mine.
A shocking, electric jolt shot through me, igniting a spark I desperately tried to extinguish. It was a fleeting contact, barely there, yet it left an undeniable warmth lingering on my lips.
He reached into my back pocket, retrieved my phone, and with an unspoken command, I unlocked it. My fingers moved mechanically, obeying his silent directive. He dialled his number, saving it under a single, intimate name:
DAMI.
"You, and only you, are allowed to call me by that name," he whispered, his hands still cupping my face, his thumbs gently tracing my cheekbones. His tou
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