Sienna:
The morning light streamed softly through the window, casting a golden hue across the bedroom. I lay nestled beneath the blankets, Damon's arm lazily draped over my waist, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm against my back. For a moment, there was peace.
He shifted behind me, and I turned slowly to face him.
“You’re awake,” I whispered, brushing a strand of his dark hair from his forehead. “I thought that you would be asleep.”
“I was enjoying the peace,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep. “But I think it’s safer to say you’re the reason I’m enjoying it. With your chest rising and falling, your gentle breaths that are little pout on your lips.”
A small laugh escaped my lips. I leaned in, brushing a kiss to his jaw. He smirked and wanted to lean in to connect his l
