The moment Blair met Damon, she decided she hated him.
Too charming. Too smug. Too good at everything.
He, on the other hand, found her infuriating.
Too serious. Too guarded. Too impossible to read.
But fate had other plans.
They were assigned as partners for a month-long archaeology project in the middle of nowhere, one tent, one goal, and zero patience for each other.
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Day 3
“You’re doing it wrong,” Damon muttered, crouching beside her as she sketched the ruins.
Blair glared at him. “I’ve been doing this for years, Damon.”
He smirked, leaning close enough for her to smell his cologne, warm cedar and something sharper. “Then maybe you should’ve found something interesting by now.”
She turned her head sharply, their faces suddenly inches apart.
For a moment, neither of them breathed.
“Back off,” she whispered, her cheeks warming.
His grin deepened. “You always say that, but you never move away first.”
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Day 10
It was raining. Their tent leaked. Everything was miserable — except him, of course, lounging with a smug smile while she tried to fix the drip above her head.
“Hand me the tape,” she ordered.
He tossed it, deliberately missing her hand. It landed in her lap.
“Oops,” he said.
She gave him a death stare. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet…” He propped his chin on his hand, eyes glinting, “you’re still talking to me instead of kicking me out.”
She threw the tape at him. He caught it easily, grinning.
But later that night, when she fell asleep shivering from the cold, she woke to find his arm draped around her, his warmth pressed against her back.
She didn’t move away.
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Day 27
By then, the hate had turned into something else — something thrilling, confusing, and too strong to ignore.
When their hands brushed as they packed the last of their tools, she froze. So did he.
“Guess we survived,” he said softly.
“Barely,” she replied, her tone teasing now. “Next time, I want a partner who doesn’t drive me insane.”
He smiled that crooked, dangerous smile. “Too bad, Blair. I’m not letting anyone else take my favorite partner.”
He leaned in, just close enough that her breath caught, but he didn’t kiss her. Not yet.
She smirked, whispering, “You’re going to have to work for it.”
Damon’s eyes darkened with amusement.
“Oh, I plan to.”
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