“Quessandra!” Damien called me before I opened my eyes.
I almost mentally cursed because even without opening my eyes, I know where I am. The feel of the bed is different and the smell of the humidifier is very familiar.
I slowly opened my eyes and the white ceiling greeted me. I sighed and Damien’s face came into the view. I furrowed my brows to let my eyes adjust to the light before I fully open them.
Damien’s hand caressed my face. “Are you awake?” he asked gently and softly as he brushed his thumb against my skin.
I nodded and started to sit up on the bed. “How long?” I asked.
“Four hours,” he replied, understanding what I already meant.
I pursed my lips in a thin line before sighing hard. I dreamt of a lot of things and people in my life. I was a ballerina in G. Helenes. M
