The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the bedroom. Sienna stirred, blinking against the brightness as warmth enveloped her—not just from the sun but from the strong arm wrapped securely around her waist. A small smile tugged at her lips as she nestled deeper into the embrace, inhaling the familiar, intoxicating scent of Damian.
She had missed this.
The security of his presence, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the way his body fit so perfectly against hers. It was something she had once taken for granted, but now? Now, she knew how easily she could have lost it.
Her fingers lazily traced the toned muscles of his arm, feeling the strength beneath his skin. Just a few weeks ago, she had convinced herself that she needed to leave, that staying away from him was the best choice. But it wasn’t.
What if he had never come looking for her?
What if he had given up on her?