Chapter 94

Damon

She was still asleep.

Sienna was curled up on my chest, the soft rise and fall of her breathing the only sound in the room besides the faint rustle of the sheets. Her fingers rested just above my heart, her legs tangled with mine beneath the blankets. She was wearing nothing but my shirt, barely buttoned, and even in her sleep, she held on to me as if she belonged there.

And damn it, she did.

Just as I belonged to her, I knew that she belonged to me, and I did not want to change it. I did not want this to be any other way.

I didn’t know how long I just lay there, watching her sleep, memorizing the way her lashes fanned across her cheeks, the peaceful parting of her lips. Her face was softer than I’d seen it in weeks, maybe months. No tension in her brows. No sadness in her eyes