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His expression tightens.

“You don't know what I want.”

“Then tell me.”

For a second, he looks almost angry.

Not at me. At himself.

“I want you.”

There it is.

No teasing.

No banter.

Just the truth.

My pulse thunders.

“Okay.”

“That's not an okay thing, Belinda.”

“Why?”

He looks away. I reach across the console and touch his hand.

Damian inhales sharply.

“You keep doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Touching me like you trust me.”

The vulnerability in his voice catches me off guard.

“I do trust you.”

“You shouldn't.”

“But I do.”

His eyes close.

“Fuck.”

“Damian—”

“I've tried to stay away from you.”

“I noticed.”

“I've tried to make you stay away from me.”

“I noticed that too.”