Emily
I jerk out of his arms so fast I almost fall off the damn bed, scrambling backward.
Damien barely moves.
“What’s going on…” he mutters lazily, eyes still closed, voice deep and rough from sleep. “Why are you screaming like someone’s dying?”
I point at him. “You…your arms. Why are you on my bed?”
He frowns slightly, still not opening his eyes. “What do you mean?”
Then he finally blinks them open.
And yeah… that was a mistake.
Because now he’s looking at me, hair messy, eyes heavy, shirt slightly pushed up like he doesn’t care about anything in life, and my brain decides this is a great time to malfunction.
“You… pervert,” I blurt out, clutching the blanket to myself. “Why did you leave your bed and come to mine?”
He actually scoffs and pushes himself up, running a hand throu
