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The clock struck 3:00 AM, and the air in your room felt stifling. Your body was wired, humming with a restless, heightened sensitivity that made every brush of the duvet feel like a spark. Driven by a primal impulse you couldn't suppress, you reached for your phone, dialed Damon, the man who was supposed to be a closed chapter. The line clicked open, followed by a heavy, weighted silence. "Yeah?" The word wasn't a question; it was a vibration. His voice was a deep, sleep drenched velvet rough, heavy, and dangerously intimate. It was the sound of someone ripped from a deep dream. You could hear him shifting, the friction of skin against cotton. "Who is...?" He paused. A soft, knowing huff escaped him as he checked the caller ID. "Of all the nights, you pick the one where I finally have solid ground under my feet to call me, sweetheart." "I didn't think you'd answer," you whispered. A low, raspy chuckle came through the receiver, vibrating with a gravelly depth. "I’m a light sleeper. Especially when it’s your ringtone." "You sound... tense," he murmured, his voice dropping to a seductive, knowing hum. "Talk to me. Tell me why you’re awake, before I decide to drive over there and remind you why we’re a bad idea."