Leah's POV
I woke up, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, still groggy from sleep, my mind drifts back, to the night before, to that intimate moment shared with Damian.
The memory, like a delicate whisper, weaves through my thoughts, casting a soft smile upon my lips. But quickly I snapped out of it.
Why am I even smiling, everything that went down last night, doesn't mean a thing. Sure, we had a blast, but it doesn't mean there's something more.
I just woke up feeling unexpectedly cheerful. I attempted to hide it but I couldn't.
I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the haze of sleep. When I opened them again, I saw Nana already there, waiting for me to wake up, just like always.
I wasn't surprised anymore, it felt normal. I'm getting used to her bei
