The sunlight creeping into Damian's room woke Aria before she was ready to open her eyes. It wasn't harsh or anything, just this warm, lazy glow slipping between the curtains to sit on her eyelids like it owned the place. And for a moment, she thought she was waking up at home… until she felt the weight around her waist.
It was so heavy that she opened her eyes in panic because her brain couldn't register what it was. She looked down to see the cause of the weight on her waist.
And there it was.
His arm. Damian's arm.
He was still asleep behind her, his breathing slow and steady, his chest rising softly against her back. The sight alone felt like a blanket of calmness.It was the calmest she'd been all week. No tightness in her chest…no pacing thoughts…no checking her phone every two mi
