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It did not take long until she finished shaving Damon. And for a first time, it wasn't bad.

"This is my best" she commented herself.

Damon turned his face from side to side as he analyzed the work Arabella had done. And even if he was bad, he would have been worth it.

"Thanks"

Damon looked more youthful without his beard, but he was still imposing. His jaw was marked, his lips were defined, his projected nose was symmetrical and its tip was upturned, slightly upwards. His eyes were clearer in the face of all the sunlight that invaded the room. The black strands of his hair were damp and messy.

It was a fact that Arabella feared that Damon was close to discovering the truth. But it was also a fact that she wanted that man with all the strength in her body, with every one of her cells. She wanted him so much that she would be able to sustain her lies for an hour longer, just to have him in this span of time.

And faced with the tension caused by the proximity, Arabella tightened her legs