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~Damon's POV
I stepped out of Lisa's house, still feeling the faint warmth of her lips against mine. I couldn't help it; a small smile tugged at my mouth as my fingers brushed across them. That kiss… it wasn't planned, it wasn't meant to happen, but it did. And the strange thing was, I didn't regret it.
"Time to go," I said quietly, almost as if I didn't want the world to hear. My voice was steady, but inside, my thoughts were a mess.
"Yes, Alpha," my guard replied immediately, walking ahead to open the car door for me. I slid in, leaning back against the seat as the driver started the engine. The ride back to the palace was silent, except for the soft hum of the car. I didn't speak. I didn't want to. My mind was replaying the moment I kissed Lisa.
But the palace came into view too quickly, snapping me out of my thoughts. I straightened in my seat as the car slowed. Once we stopped, my guard stepped out first and held the door for me again.
