The first thing Sarah registered was warmth — a gentle, grounding warmth pressed against her cheek. The second was the quiet hush of waves outside the tall glass windows of Damon’s private retreat, the tide whispering against the rocky coastline as if to remind her she was still alive.Her eyes fluttered open, and she found herself wrapped in Damon’s arms, his chest rising and falling beneath her. She could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat, strong and purposeful, but threaded with exhaustion. His hold was firm, like even in sleep he couldn’t bear the thought of letting her go.For a moment, she simply breathed him in — sandalwood, smoke, and safety.Then Damon stirred, eyes cracking open, instantly alert. “Sarah?” His voice was rough from lack of rest.She lifted her head slightly. “I’m here.”Relief crashed through his expression so powerfully his eyes closed briefly. “Good,” he murmured, tightening his arms around her. “I keep waking up afraid…”Sarah pressed her palm to his c
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