Betty's POV. 

Morning arrived with pale sunlight filtering through the tent canvas and the disorienting realisation that I was wrapped in Damien's arms.

I froze, my mind scrambling to remember how this had happened. We'd walked to his tent together, talking quietly. 

I'd meant to go to my own quarters, but somehow... I'd ended up here. In his bed.

His breathing was steady and deep, still asleep. 

One arm was draped across my waist, his hand resting on my hip. 

The other was tucked ...