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And it had gotten her killed.
Did that mean Damon had the choice of who he would become?
Or had it been decided long ago, when his mom’s DNA mixed with his dad’s?
Damon wanted to be the best man he could be for Ariana, and beating the life out of their neighbor wasn’t the way to go about that. Especially if he ended up in prison.
Just like his father.
But the thought of removing Boone from their lives brought so much satisfaction. A rush of joy ran through him at the thought of wiping that smug grin off their neighbor’s face.
Damon closed his eyes and shoved the thoughts away.
They pushed back. Flooded him, this time more vivid than before.
There was only one way to get rid of them.
Actually, there were two. But only one was legal and wouldn’t leave his wife disgusted with him.
He went to their workout room and took out his anger on the punching bag. Then by lifting weights. Back to the bag.
Ariana appeared next to him in a silk pajama shorts set he’d given her for her last birthday. “Working out again?”
“It’s the best way to deal with my frustration.” He hit the bag again, again, again.
She rested a hand on his arm. “I have a better idea on how to get your mind off everything.”
“This is it.” He continued pounding.
Ariana turned him toward her, held his gaze, and pressed her lips on his. She smelled fresh and clean from her shower. Her hair was still damp.
He stepped back, wiping sweat from his forehead. “You don’t want to touch me.”
“Of course I do.”
Damon shook his head. “You don’t.”
She’d be disgusted if she knew the thoughts racing through his head.
“I do.” She pressed herself against him and kissed him again, even tasting fresh, like mint.
“At least let me shower first.”
“If you insist.”
Hopefully a cold shower would be enough to squash the vivid urges.
