Oh god, my head!
That was Emma's first thought as consciousness dragged her back—a dull, throbbing pain behind her temples that made her want to bury herself under the covers and never emerge. She groaned, rolling over trying to find Ethan—
And froze.
Where is Ethan? Her eyes opened instantly only to make her realise…
This isn’t my bed.
The sheets were too soft, the pillows too plush. The air smelled faintly of cedar and something expensive—his cologne.
Damien.
She shot upright, her stomach lurching as the room spun violently.
And there he was.
Leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants that did nothing to hide the sculpted lines of his torso. His dark hair was tousled, his smirk infuriatingly smug.
"Finally awake, Bella," h
