Chapter Eighteen : Proiettile Schivato

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The light flickered in through the dark curtains. She could feel Damon's bare chest rising and falling against her back. The memories of the night before flashed through her mind and a naughty smile formed on her lips. She looked at the clock on the nightstand and knew she was late for breakfast with the gang. Damon tightened his grip as soon as he felt her wriggle. " Good morning, beautiful".  He kissed her cheek and she turned to face him. "Hi there ".  "Did you sleep well ?" He stretched over to fetch his phone from the nightstand.  "Like a baby".  "How's your hand", she asked, shifting. He looked at his knuckles.  "A little bruised but, I'll be alright".  "Breakfast ?" he asked putting the phone to his ear.  "I'd love to…"  "But" he interrupted. "There's always a but "  "I'm

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