Clara
When I woke in the morning, I opened my eyes to see a to-go cup of coffee on the table over my bed. I heard typing beside me and looked over to see Damien surrounded by paperwork and focused on his computer. I shifted my weight so I could sit up and he looked over.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He said.
Oh, goddess that voice. It’s so deep I feel it in my chest. Beautiful? Ha, I guess if bruised is beautiful. How long will it take to heal without Mist?
“I tried the clinic coffee and decided it was closer to motor oil, so I asked Max to bring some from the coffee shop. I wasn’t sure how you liked it or if you even drink coffee, so that one is a place holder. There are other options in the carrier over there.” He pointed to the counter where a carrier was loaded down with four more
