It was almost midnight at Pearl Gardens yet Damien and Katherine were still in the living room, cuddling on the sofa with a fleece blanket over their legs. She rested her head on his chest while his arm was around her, his hand stroking her bare arm.
The lights in the room were dimmed, it was warm and cozy — the smell of oak wood from the fireplace filled the atmosphere, making it even more comfortable along with the crackling sound that it made. Everything was just pleasant… especially in the arms of Damien.
Katherine nuzzled on his chest, his smell was mixed with the whiskey that he drank earlier — it was intoxicating, but she loved it. She knew that he never drives when he's inebriated and would make sure that he's sober which is why she trusts him every time he's out with his friends for drinks. It was one thing she didn't have to worry about. A responsible man like Damien is just as sexy as he is without clothes on.
