TO LATE TO LOVE ME

yn's

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about the dinne

ly, without looking up from his p

- not because he wanted me beside him,

ause part of me... s

-

mirror for too long, sec

s. Elegant, understated. My makeup was soft - just a little blush, neutral eyeshadow, a touch of

droom, Damian didn't look up

his keys and said

-

Crystal chandeliers. Gold-lined menus. A

eady spilling out - a dozen of Damian's business par

n I saw he

o her body like a secret she was proud to share. Her makeup was bold, h

e was drink

-

was three seats away, between two older

sat beside Lillian like it was th

conversations picked up. Toasts. Laught

he chuckled - that deep, genuine laugh

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glass. "To Damian and Lillian - the po

pted into cl

nds we

ipped her wine with pr

't say

't corr

even gla

-

e her and whispered - not quietly e

hink the

hy is s

-

t my plate, the

ly once - and tha

neck

te. With a single

mian months ago. I had whispered abo

lau

y on things that don't matter?" Now,

ed there. Like

-

e in women," someone joked, "He clearl

st gently. "He used to. But I think he

an s

en realize it was shaking. "I'll be right

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the restroom

e and fell quickly, my breath uneven. My

clean and stared

," I whispered. "Y

irror looked like she'

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the table, someon

f where to go - until I heard

he said, pulling the chair

here

ouldered. Impo

ith faint stubble. His hands rested loosely on the table - one of them covered in

ked ex

dressed i

asn't ju

way he lo

broken. Not lik

at me like

ned by the weigh

Just watched the table quietly

slightly and said,

startled. "

or me. "Everything they just did. That?

know wh

en - dark eyes meeting mine. "I'm

. then placed

irm. Un

ight tilt of his head, "don't

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now who th

he s

me in a long time...