Hailey
When my eyes fluttered open to a dimly lit room, confusion ran rampant around the edges of my drowsy mind—until I registered the soft, worn fabric draped over me.
Grey sheets.
Damien's sheets.
Damien's bed.
A slow breath left me, my pulse quickening as I became aware of the warmth at my back. The solid, steady rise and fall of his chest, the heat of his skin branding mine. A presence so unfamiliar yet... grounding.
I shifted slightly, my gaze drifting to the nightstand. 9:30 AM. I'd slept the entire f*****g night. No tossing. No turning. No jolting awake, gasping for air, clawing at the remnants of some awful dream. God. When was the last time that had happened?
It had to be him.
Carefully, I turned in his arms, mindful not to wake him, and my breath stalled at the sight of
