Imogene Scott

Next morning…

I toss and turn, slipping in and out of sleep until my eyes blink open. My mind is a little hazy and I blink a few times. That’s when I see Damien, lying on his side, his head propped up on his hand, just watching me.

I feel a smile pull at my lips as I meet his gaze. “How long have you been doing that?”

“Good morning, beautiful.”

A blush warms my cheeks. "Good morning."

We sit up slowly and Damien stretches, before turning to me. “What do you say we grab a quick shower and head to the diner across the street for breakfast?...