CHAPTER 44
Selene blinked against the soft morning light streaming through the blinds. Her eyes fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the plush, familiar interior.
Wait… this wasn’t her room.
She turned her head, her fingers curling around the soft comforter as realization settled in.
Damien’s room.
A slow smile spread across her lips. It still smelled like him—rich cologne, something woody and expensive. She stretched lazily and sat up, brushing her hair out of her face.
“How… Did I get here?” she murmured to herself.
The last thing she remembered was curling up on the couch last night, waiting for Damien to return from his late dinner meeting. She must’ve dozed off. Which only meant one thing—Damien had come back and carried her here.
Her cheeks warmed slightly at the thought.
Jus
