Persephone's POV.
I am pulled out of my slumber by the feeling of soft butterfly kisses on my face, neck, cheek, jaw-- literally all over me. With grunts and hums, I finally open my eyes. They immediately fall on Damien's face, his ruffled hair, sleepy eyes and a wide grin on his face, enough to tell me that he also just woke up. I look around the room to see that the sun is already seeping through the blinds and birds are already chirping outside-- so loudly, might I add. I guess that's what we get for living in thier midst.
Directing my gaze to Damien again, a smile forms on my own lips as memories of last night flash through my mind.
"Morning" I hum in my sleepy voice.
"Morning, kitten. How'd you sleep?" His voice comes out in a deep rasp, it gives me morning butterflies.
"Okay.
