Betty's POV. 

Morning light filtered through the curtains, gentle and forgiving. 

I stirred first, hyperaware of every point where Damien's skin touched mine, his arm draped across my waist and his breath warm against my shoulder. 

My body hummed with a pleasant ache that made my cheeks burn.

"Bath?" he murmured against my hair, already awake.

I nodded, not quite trusting my voice yet.

The bathroom was filled with steam and the scent of lavender oils. I stopped at the edge of the ...