Sera’s pov:
I woke up with the feeling that the world had shifted while I was sleeping.
I lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling and trying to figure out why my chest felt so much lighter than it had yesterday. Then, the memories came rushing back.
Falling asleep against Damien’s chest. The solid weight of his arm around me. The way his breathing had slowed down to match mine. And the look in his eyes when he woke up… so soft and careful, like he was seeing me for the first time.
I buried my face in my pillow, my cheeks burning.
For the last two days, he was the only thing I could think about. I kept hearing his voice… not the cold, hard version the world knew, but the quiet one he used only with me. He’d promised to take me to a gallery as if it were a simple thing, but to me
