The Monday morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of their penthouse, casting a golden glow across the bedroom. Damian's eyes opened slowly, consciousness returning in gentle waves. The first thing he became aware of was the weight, a soft, familiar, perfect weight of Lira's head resting against his chest. Her dark hair spilled across his skin, and her breathing came in peaceful.He didn't move. Instead, he allowed himself this moment of stillness, studying the curve of her cheek, the way her lashes rested against her skin, the slight smile that played at her lips even in sleep. Three years of marriage, and she still took his breath away. His beautiful wife. His famous, talented, utterly captivating wife.Finally, with reluctance, Damian slipped out from beneath her. She stirred slightly, murmuring something unintelligible, then settled back into the pillows. He smiled and headed to the bathroom.Twenty minutes later, showered and refreshed, he emerged to find the
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