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Chapter 325: Whiskey, Bad Decisions, and Me
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... iful, reckless, intoxicating mistake.
We hadn't planned on it—not consciously, anyway. One minute, we were walking down the dimly lit street, the cool night air wrapping around us, and the next, we were standing in the lobby of a 5-star hotel, Damien slurring out his last name to the receptionist while I tapped my fingers against the counter, pretending this wasn't the worst—or best—idea I'd had all year.
The elevator ride was silent. Charged.
Damien leaned against the wa ...
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