Damien's POVMy eyes peel open with Eric by my side, placing soft kisses on my face. He smiles looking at me, his eyes filled with pure joy. “Good morning, babe."I laugh. “Morning sunshine."He sits up, staring at me. “I am hungry."I raise an eyebrow. “Hungry, or hungry?”He rolls his eyes, laughing. "Gosh, you are such a spoilt man. I mean, food, Damien. Food. Although I don't mind the other kind, come on, you literally lavished me last night. I am famished."I laugh, sitting up. I cup his face and place a soft kiss on his forehead. "Do you know what you want to eat? What should I prepare?"He stares at me. “Can you cook?” He asked.No, I can't.I have never made an attempt to cook. Back in Italy I have everything I want at my beck and call. I have chefs who work for me and boys who would be at my neck and calling.But then again, I want to try.It might not be nice, he would tease me about my bad taste in food forever but it was worth it.Last night I had promised myself that I w
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