Chapter 125 My Man

• Imogene Scot
• Morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I blink slowly, my eyes adjusting to the gentle brightness. When I glance beside me, I see Damien lying there in sleep. I just watch him, taking in the steady rise and fall of his chest. He looks so calm and relaxed.
• I shift slightly, turning to face him. A stray lock of his hair has fallen across his forehead, and I can’t resist brushing it back. My fingertips barely graze his skin, but it’s enough to make him stir. His eyes flutter open, and he looks at me with that familiar, warm gaze that makes my heart skip a beat.