The door to Scarlett's room was wide open, for some reason, even though she was fast asleep.
The soft glow of the evening stained the entire room orange. His eyes fell upon her, nestled on the bed, her features serene in her sleep. A tender smile curved his lips as he approached, his heart yearning for the comfort of her presence.
Carefully, Damien settled himself on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on her back. There was a half-eaten chocolate bar inches away from her left hand, and Damien gently picked it up and set it on tbe bedside cupboard.
Scarlett wore a small blue nightshirt and a pair of shorts, and with her hair spread out around her face, Damien thought she looked beautiful as hell.
His arms went around and wrapped Scarlett's sleeping form. The gentle pressure of his to
