*Isabella's POV*
"Damien," I called out, my voice a hoarse, raspy whisper. His eyes fluttered open, those dark, intense eyes immediately finding mine. For a second, they were soft, almost gentle.
"Let's talk outside," he whispered back, his voice a low rumble in his chest.
I nodded, my heart giving a weird little flutter. I had to move like a goddamn contortionist to extract myself from Jacob's embrace without waking him, every muscle in my body screaming in protest. I grabbed the first thing I could find—one of their soft, oversized t-shirts—and pulled it on before following Damien out into the quiet, sun-drenched hallway.
"Morning, Isabella," he said, his voice still low. "Are you sore?"
I let out a short, humorless laugh. "My back hurts, my hips ache, and basically everything else
