I woke up to the feeling of being trapped. I've always hated the feeling of being trapped and enclosed, how it always made me feel weak. I quickly looked around to realize that I was just laying in bed with Damien's arm wrapped around me. I turned around so that I was now facing his sleeping figure. I watched closely, his eyes slightly darting around under his lids as he dreamed, this long dark brown eyelashes fluttering as my breath lightly fanned his face. He had a faded scar on his forehead that you normally wouldn't be able to see unless you were extremely close to his face.
"Damien," I whispered into his ear and I watch him shiver in delight from my breath.
"Hmm?"
"I would like to take a shower but I don't think I know how to work the shower," I grumbled, not liking that I needed a
