Elena woke alone in the large bed, the sheets still carrying the scent of sex and Damienās skin. Sunlight cut across the floor in bright bars. For a moment the absence of his weight beside her felt strangeāalmost wrong. Then the door opened and he walked in, already dressed in dark trousers and an open shirt, carrying a glass of water and a small black box.
āSit up. Drink.ā

















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