Elena's POV

Morning sunlight filtered softly through the hotel curtains, warming the sheets around us.

I was curled against Damien’s chest, still wrapped in the sleepy comfort of the night before, his arm draped loosely around my waist.

I didn’t want to move.

"Join me?"

Damien's voice was soft, his lips brushing my forehead.

"In the shower?" I mumbled, still half asleep.

"Yeah,” he said, smiling against my hair. "This is the best birthday morning I've had in a long time.”

I ...