LEAH
I woke up feeling like I was floating, the kind of lightness that only comes after a perfect dream—or maybe, a perfect night.
I yawned and reached to the side but Damien wasn’t beside me, and for a second, I felt a flicker of disappointment.
But then I spotted the note propped on his pillow, his handwriting slanting across the paper like he had written it in a hurry.
*Good morning, my love. Stepping out to help make breakfast. Don’t leave the bed if you feel any pain. I will be back soon.*
I laughed softly, shaking my head. Damien was impossibly thoughtful, to the point of being ridiculous.
The corners of my lips twitched as I imagined him in the kitchen, probably scaring the maids and cooks, either asking or commanding them to help out with the meal he had in mind.
I wandered
