Chapter 75 Yours, If You Want Me

• The morning sun crept into the room, soft and golden. It filtered through the curtains, casting warm stripes across the bed where Ariana lay curled beneath the sheets.
• Damien was already awake.
• He sat at the edge of the bed, shirtless, quietly tying his watch strap. The air smelled faintly of rain and the remnants of last night’s quiet confessions. His eyes kept drifting to her sleeping figure, like he couldn’t help himself. Her hair was a dark halo on the pillow. Her breathing steady. Peaceful.