Chapter 31 Unspoken Fire

• Ariana's POV
• Morning arrived quietly, painting soft amber light across the penthouse’s wide windows. Ariana blinked slowly, her body half-draped over Damien’s, her cheek resting against the warm solidness of his chest.
• He was still asleep, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist, his breath deep and even. She watched the slow rise and fall of his chest, let herself memorize the shape of him, the scent of skin and faint cologne clinging to the sheets.