~{BEVERLEY'S POV}~
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"Darling."
I slowly approached Damion and eased myself in-between his legs before sitting on his left thigh while wrapping my arms possessively around his neck.
He sluggishly looked at my face and heaved a sigh.
"What's wrong? Are you tired? Should I make you a warm bath?" I became overly worried as I cupped his face.
"It's alright." he said softly and put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer before burying his face in my chest.
At his actions, I smiled and tenderly ran my fingers through his hair.
"Are you stressed?"
"Mm," he hummed in response.
"Have you eaten?"
"Not yet." He said and pulled away to look up at my face.
"Why?"
I was about to get up but he held me in place as if he knew I would decide to cook for him.
"Bever."
"Dami." I called his name back as we held each other's gaze.
