Chapter 102 - Night's Embrace, Morning's Alarm
The soft rhythm of Damien's breathing filled the quiet space of my living room. His chest rose and fell steadily against me, his arms still loosely encircling my shoulders. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so peaceful, so protected.
I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, and glanced at the clock. We'd been sitting like this for nearly an hour. His driver must be wondering what was happening, but I couldn't bring myself to disturb Damien's rest. The usually composed, powerful CEO had completely surrendered to exhaustion, his head tilted against mine in innocent vulnerability.
"You work too hard," I whispered, though I knew he couldn't hear me.