Elena’s POV

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Damien.

The morning light was streaming through my bedroom window, soft and golden, and he looked so peaceful lying there sleeping beside me.

I'd been awake for twenty minutes now, maybe longer, I wasn't sure.

I was just watching him, studying the way his chest rose and fell, the way his hair was messy against my pillow, the small scar on his jaw I'd forgotten about.

My finger moved again, tracing down his jaw, across his bottom ...