November 13
Tuesday morning's weather forecast said that it was going to be a sunny day—but lowkey, Damien predicted for another heavy rain to fall somewhere in the late afternoon to evening—the sudden ache in his left ankle told him. He just couldn't trust the weather nowadays.
He had only slept for four hours or less and he was already awake at quarter to seven in the morning. Katherine was still fast asleep to his right with her back facing him. He rolled towards her, pulling her so that her back was pressed against his chest and they were spooning.
She stirred in her sleep and mumbled, "Mm… Is it morning yet?"
"It's still early. But I need to leave already. You can go back to sleep," Damien whispered above her, his hand slipping under her top and caressing her tummy.
