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“Go on, then, we still need to see Ethan,” Edna replies as she links her arm with Hayzel.

“Yes, and I want to take Milo to see the gigantic statue in the courtyard, just go,” my friend adds, already taking my little brother from me.

“A statue? Yes please!” Milo yells excitedly before running with them away.

A large hand finds mine, this time less carefully than before, as a soft breath brushes my cheek. “Office, now.”

All I could feel was the warmth of his palm against mine as he rushed me to the building, and mine tightening around his.

I think…I’m in love with Damien Caldwell.

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Damien

Play - Fire On Fire by Sam Smith

A Home For You, Always

The hallway was empty and only our footsteps echoed against the floor. I could hear the celebration outside disappearing with every step and the only thing that mattered was her holding my hand like I was the only thing she could think of.

There had been a time when I would do anything so no one could see her like this, to not risk a place she deserved more than anyone. There had been rules, boundaries and reasons, things we couldn’t have as long as we were here. But today was different. Today whatever excuse we had to hide disappeared. So when I kissed her savagely in that same hallway, satisfaction flooded through me. Her soft gasp of surprise, her melting against me as I devoured her endlessly, was worth it all.

I had been reduced to the briefest brush of my fingertips against her skin in front of the cameras. Now I only had the right to barely brush my fingertips on her skin, in front of the cameras, satisfaction filled me.

But now, there was nothing holding me back. Porter could watch and scream as much as he could, and still, I would kiss her and let me destroy me here all over again.

A few moments later, my office door opened.

She stepped inside and I followed as it clicked shut behind us.

The laughs, the conversations, all the sounds from outside became inexistent. I could hear them, but my mind couldn’t focus on it.

There was only her, and me, and the unbearable realization that I could want her loudly after wanting her so long that desire had become indistinguishable from love.

I knew her, I knew her perfectly, the pain, the laughs, the memories, I knew her all. And somehow it only made me want her more.

She stepped closer to me, watching me over a veil of desire I’ve never seen in her eyes. Something sinful and vivid was stripping me naked and all I could do was let her take control of it for that small instant.

I yanked off my tie, then rolled my sleeves up, lost in her blazing gaze filled with longing.

“Can you take me to see the stars again?” she whispered

No reply came out of my mouth. Instead I slowly undid the buttons of my shirt, and loosened my belt with one hand.

“Get on the desk,” I spit out, watching a faint smile return to her lips. “Lift that dress up for me, and be quiet, Reya.”

I watched her obey, and that crack in me went still again. The satisfaction settling beneath my ribs was quickly swallowed by a deeper feeling.

My eyes lingered on her, taking in every little movement, every small hesitation that disappeared as quick as they came.

She sat on the edge of my desk and slowly lifted her dress, never once looking away from me.

“Keep it on,” I murmured. “We still have dinner after this.” The smile that answered me nearly destroyed me. I stepped between her knees, caught her face aggressively in my hands and added with urgency, “You, Mireya Vitelli, were always going to be my undoing.”

I closed the nonexistent distance before my lips crashed on her. A bruising kiss drowning every word I wanted to add.

You’re beautiful. A lick. You’re here. A bite. You’re mine. A deeper kiss.