CINDY’S POV
I woke up tangled in Damian, his heavy arm locked across my waist. His chest rose and fell under my cheek in that slow, steady rhythm that always made me feel safe.
The sheets were a wrecked mess around us, clothes scattered across the floor like we’d fought a battle.
The room still carried that thick, lazy scent of s*x and his cologne.
For a long minute I just lay there, tracing the line of his jaw with my eyes, watching the early sunlight paint gold across his lashes.
His hair was a disaster, curly strands sticking up in every direction, falling over his forehead in that stupidly perfect way that made him look younger, softer, and almost innocent.
I brushed my fingers through it, careful not to wake him, then pressed the gentlest kiss to the corner of his mouth.
He mad
