Kayla I woke up to the soft sound of a zipper gliding shut. Squinting against the bright morning sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw our suitcases standing by the door, perfectly packed and ready to go.Damien was already dressed in a crisp linen shirt, looking unfairly awake. He noticed me stirring and walked over, sitting on the edge of the mattress."Morning, sleepyhead," he murmured, leaning down to press a slow, warm kiss to my lips. He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from my eyes. "How did you sleep?""Like I was drugged," I croaked, stretching my limbs. "In a good way.""Good. How’s the rib?" He didn't wait for my answer, sliding his hand under the silk sheet to find the spot. His fingers pressed against the bone. "Any sharp pain? Swelling?""It’s just a little dull ache now," I said, swatting his hand away playfully. "Stop poking me, Dr. Blackwood. I’m fine.""I'll be the judge of that," he teased, helping me sit up with a steady h
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