Gabriella
My eyes opened in a dreamy haze as I instinctively curled next to the mountain of warmth at my side. Rolling to my back, I stared up at the ceiling and assessed my thoughts and feelings. A week ago, I told myself this couldn't happen—I wouldn't allow it. Now, I was waking in Damien's bed. My new coat was lost somewhere to the floor and other than my room key, all my personal possessions, including clothes, were in a room down the hall.
Light seeped around the heavy hotel curtains, letting me know that morning was near.
The bed shifted as Damien's large hand came to my thigh. Even first thing in the morning, his smile was radiant.
“Good morning." His deep baritone reverberated through the room.
“Morning."
The muscles in his arms and back flexed as he sat up near the head
