15/03/2026 10:06

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I was light-headed, vaguely nauseous, cold even with the leather jacket and a blanket from the back of my Jeep. I felt Damian being lifted out of my lap. He'd undone his braid so that the vanilla scent of his hair had perfumed around me. They were tiny oil paintings of Jean-Claude and Asher.

Then the other blonde grabbed him and kissed him on the other cheek. He's a lot more confident than the last time I saw him, Ronnie said. I told you, you're the first person who ever wanted me, for me. We could just start asking where Dallas is, I said.