The soft morning light slipped through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Lucian stretched out his legs, feeling the stiffness in his back from sitting on the floor for too long.
Beside him, Damien was still asleep, wrapped in the blanket Lucian had placed over him. His breathing was slow and even, and he looked at peace. Lucian let out a small sigh of relief.
After a few minutes, Damien’s eyes opened. He looked around, a little confused at first, then his gaze fell on Lucian.
“You stayed all night,” Damien said, his voice rough from sleep.
Lucian gave a small smile. “Of course I did. You expected me to leave you on the floor?”
Damien let out a soft laugh. “You could have at least taken the bed.”
“I’m fine,” Lucian said, standing and stretching his arms over his head.
