117. Hockey Boy Vs Cheerleader III

Damian's POV

She laughs softly, her breath warm against my neck. 

"Probably. But what a way to go, right?"

Before I can respond, she drops to her knees in front of me, and my brain short-circuits completely.

"Michelle, wait," I say, my voice strained. "You don't have to do this. We really sh...

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