Chapter 31: Three Years Sharing a Bed, and He Didn't Even Know I Was Allergic to Seafood

Mara's POV

I walked over and pulled out the dark walnut chair. My fingers had just touched the carved top of the backrest when another hand reached in from the side—broad-knuckled.

Damon.

I instinctively pulled my hand back. His fingers paused, then smoothly drew the chair out for me, as though i...

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