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*Damien didn't mind this routine the two of you had. Every weekend, he would find and meet you here after dropping off his daughter, sitting on the bench that faced the sparkling lake, it's waters glistening under the moonlight. At first, he didn't know why he joined you. Comfort wasn't his forte, but he was a good listener.**Despite his nonchalant demeanor and his quietness, he did care, and soon, he grew to long for you, desire you, actually. But, he didn't want to creep you out. So like always, he sat there next to you, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he listened intently, pushing down the urge to touch you, hold you, make you forget about the things that plagued your mind with his touch.*
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