Dami' pov

I woke slowly to the soft sunlight slipping through the curtains, my body still tingling from last night.

The warmth of Doman beside me made my heart skip, and the memory of the night pressed against my mind in a rush of heat and tenderness.

He stirred slightly, letting out a low groan and I couldn’t help but smile, leaning closer.

“You’re awake,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep, teasing in a way that made my stomach flutter.

“I am,” I said softly, brushing a ...