Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Five

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE

When I wake up, my head is clear after a long time.

I stare at the ceiling, oddly alert.

The room is cool and I’m warm and comfortable and just content.

I allow the feeling to sink into me and I close my eyes basking in it.

However, my bladder is feeling uncomfortable and I sigh, pushing the blanket off of me.

That’s when I realize that there is something heavier on my waist, holding me hostage.

My head turns to the side and I see a familiar face next to mine.

Damien’s features are relaxed in his sleep and he looks almost innocent. His arm is wrapped around my waist from under the blanket in what is a possessive hold. One leg is thrust between mine in a gesture which is far too intimate.

My heart skips a beat at our position.

I want to move but I simply can’t move an inch. What’s worse is how comfortable this position is.