✴ Scarlett ✴
The morning light streamed through the window, soft and golden, bathing the bedroom in a warm glow. I lay on my side, and I couldn’t stop myself from simply watching Damien as he slept beside me. His face was peaceful, his usual intensity softened in sleep. It was a rare glimpse of vulnerability, and I couldn’t help but smile. Everything about last night felt perfect, like a moment carved out of time just for us. Eventually, his eyes fluttered open, and a slow smile spread across his face as he saw me.
“Morning,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.
“Morning,” I replied, and my cheeks warmed as I thought of how close we had become overnight. I also noticed the tent of his arousal. Damien reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my face.
“You are beautiful,” he w
