The next morning, Damien woke up from the sleep first. A smile carved on his lips, seeing Suzanne right beside him. He finally shuddered all his walls for her and embraced her entirely.
Damien raised his elbow and rested his forehead on his palm while the fingers of his other hand traced Suzanne's bare arm, which was outside the duvet. He watched her sleeping beauty, who was in a deep slumber.
Slowly, Damien paused the movement of his fingers and leaned down to kiss her shoulder. He got out of the duvet, put on his robes, and headed to the washroom.
An hour later, after freshening up and having a satisfying bath, he entered the bedchamber in his newly stitched outfit. Suzanne had woken up from the sleep and seeing him, she quickly pulled up the duvet.
"Why are you shy now?" Damien asked with a smirk and walked up to her. Sitting close to her, his fingers tugged the duvet trying to pull it away.
"Don't do it," Suzanne urged.
