With Damien who had been so touchy-feely in the bathtub, Penny was sure she would have passed out once her head would hit the pillow but nothing like that happened. Instead, she was wide awake. The scene and feelings that had surfaced erupted through the tips of her fingers and sizzling her skin.
Her cheeks were bright red but with the shadow of the fireplace that fell upon the room, hid the splash of embarrassment. She pulled the blanket closer to her. Bringing it up to her nose as her eyes blinked, looking at the top of the ceiling of the bed where Damien now sat with a couple of parchments in his hands. His back leaning against the headboard with his glasses settled on the top of his nose. His unruly black hair was as messy as ever, not bothered to comb it he had left it as it was. His eyes cast down on the written papers which he now read.
