Chapter 125

Sienna

The morning light streamed softly through the window, casting a golden hue across the bedroom. I lay nestled beneath the blankets, Damon’s arm lazily draped over my waist, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm against my back. For a moment, there was peace.

He shifted behind me, and I turned slowly to face him.

“You’re awake,” I whispered, brushing a strand of his dark hair from his forehead. “I thought that you would be asleep.”

“I was enjoying the peace,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep. “But I think it’s safer to say you’re the reason I’m enjoying it. With your chest rising and falling, your gentle breaths that are little pout on your lips.”

A small laugh escaped my lips. I leaned in, brushing a kiss to his jaw. He smirked and wanted to lean in to connect his lips with mine, but I knew that if he did, we would never get out of bed. “We should get ready. We have work, remember? I doubt that we should be doing this this early.