Elena's POV

Morning came quietly - too quietly for what had happened.

I woke up in Damian's bed, the sheets warm and tangled around my legs, the taste of last night still clinging to my lips. Skin flushed. Muscles sore. Heart full - and annoyingly attached.

I stretched, letting memories flood through me.

The heat of Damian's breath against my throat.

The rough marble of the kitchen counter beneath my spine.

The way he'd whispered my name - low, fractured, like it cost him ...