DAMI’S POV

I woke up to the warmth of Doman’s breath against my neck, the weight of his arm draped lazily across my waist. Before I could even adjust my eyes, he pulled me closer, kissing my shoulder slowly.

It startled me, because Doman wasn’t usually this gentle first thing in the morning. He was intense, yes. Possessive, always. But soft? Affectionate? Not like this.

“Good morning,” he whispered, lips brushing my skin again.

I swallowed, suddenly warm. “Why are you kissing me ...