Chapter 81

Sienna

Warmth.

It was the first thing I felt as I slowly opened my eyes, the soft light of morning slipping through the curtains. The bed beneath me was warm and unfamiliar, firm, larger than mine, and it smelled faintly of Damon. I smelled like him…

It took me a second to remember where I was.

His room.

Last night came rushing back in flashes, his stubborn insistence, our ridiculous argument, the way he tossed that damn t-shirt at me like it was some sort of surrender flag. The pillow fight. The laugh I hadn’t meant to let escape my lips. The way our eyes met, making everything seem real, making me think of the moment that the two of us were sharing…

I turned slowly, expecting to see him already gone, expecting his side to be cold, but I froze when I caught sight of him.

He was still there. Hell, even the idea of him being there at all was not one that I expected. I thought that he would be gone the second I closed my eyes to sleep.<