I woke up feeling unusually refreshed, the warmth of the sun creeping through the curtains and casting a soft glow around the room.I slipped into a robe, tied my hair into a messy ponytail, and made my way to the kitchen, anticipating a quiet morning alone. But when I entered, Damon was already there, bustling around."Bonjour, chef," I greeted, my voice light and teasing as I leaned against the doorway.Damon spun around, flashing that trademark smile of his."Bonjour, mademoiselle," he replied, his French accent smooth and comforting, like a melody I'd started to adore.The past few days with Damon had been a blur of laughter, good food, and a few lessons in French. Nothing too serious, just enough for me to pick up a few greetings and the five magic words I'd heard so many times.I stretched, then glanced at him, still trying to wake up fully. "So, what's for breakfast today?"Damon raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "I don't know, you decide."I groaned dramatically, crossing
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