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Soft Hands

Damien’s POV

I tossed my jacket on the marble counter and turned to her, my expression unreadable.

“Come,” I said simply, motioning for her to follow me.

She hesitated.

“Dinner,” I added. “But first…”

I didn’t wait for her answer. I turned and walked toward the room we now shared—My room. Her p...