Lena woke with a start, her body still heavy with the weight of the night before. The warmth of the bed and the man beside her was a stark contrast to the chaos that had exploded in her life overnight.
For a few seconds, she let herself linger in the haze of a peaceful moment. Damian’s arm was draped across her waist, his steady breathing the only sound in the room. His scent—a blend of wood, spice, and something uniquely him—lingered on her skin. It was a comfort she clung to as though it could erase the storm outside their bedroom door.
She shifted slightly, careful not to wake him. The sheets tangled around her as she sat up, her heart still heavy, the events of the previous night and early morning flooding back. The kiss they’d shared, the raw honesty of Damian’s confession—it felt l
