The morning sun filtered softly through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Isabella woke slowly, her senses stirred by the weight of Damien’s arm draped protectively over her waist, his breath steady and warm against her neck. The intimacy they had shared the night before lingered in her memory, each touch and whispered promise filling her heart and leaving her body tingling.
Turning to face him, she found him watching her, his gaze soft yet intense, as if he were committing every detail of her face to memory. A small smile tugged at his lips as he reached out, brushing a gentle line along her jaw, his fingers lingering as they traced the outline of her face.
“Good morning, Mrs. Morrison,” he murmured, his voice a deep, familiar warmth that sent a thrill through her.
