Carina pov
Sleep did not come easily that night.
I lay in the dark staring at the ceiling, thinking about Damien, about the towel, about everything I had seen and tried very hard not to keep seeing. I pressed my fingers to my lips once without meaning to, then pulled my hand away quickly and told myself firmly to stop.
It did not work.
I thought about him until the thoughts blurred softly at the edges and pulled me under into sleep.
Morning came fast.
I dressed, tied my hair back and walked down the corridor to Damien's room. I knocked, pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was empty and the bed was already made. I was there for two reasons, to find out what he needed for the day and to collect his laundry, and I intended to do both quickly and leave.
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