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He reaches out and takes my hands. His touch is so genuine and warm.

“How about it?” Damon asks. “Will you give me a chance? Will you giveusa chance?”

“You really think you’re up for this?” I’m still skeptical. “You have a lot going for you. You’ve got your big clubhouse and shop where all the hotties in Miami can do anything you ask them to.”

He squeezes my hands firmly. “You’re what matters to me. All of this is new to me—relationships, babies… it’s a lot. But I know how I feel.”

“And how do you feel…?”

He pulls me in and kisses me. I touch his face, enamored by him.

“I think I might be falling in love with you,” says Damon.

“Really?” I gasp.

“I promise,” he says. “I’ve known it for a while now, I think.”

The strange thing is, I think that I’ve known it for a while, too.

“Don’t say something like that and not mean it, though,” I say, tears forming in my eyes.

He kisses me again, holding me close to him in embrace, ensuring that our lips stay locked and bonded. I never want to be away from him.

I feel his heartbeat again. His rhythm is one that I’ve grown quite accustomed to and fond of.

“I’m falling in love with you, too, Damon.”