Emma woke to Damien's hand on her waist.
She didn't move. His breathing was normal he was still asleep but his arm had shifted during the night, pulling her closer instead of keeping distance like usual.
She should move. Get up. Create space.
Instead, she stayed.
The sun was barely breaking through the windows. The house was still quiet. In a few hours, staff would move through the halls, breakfast would be served, reality would interrupt whatever this was.
But right now, it was just them.
Damien's eyes opened slowly. He didn't pull away immediately. Just looked at her, assessing, like he was trying to figure out what to say.
"Hi," Emma whispered.
He didn't respond. His hand tightened on her waist instead.
Emma's breath caught. They'd been dancing around this for weeks—sleeping in
