I went to the sitting room, blinking, and found Damian already awake.He was perched at the small table by the window, carefully unpacking a breakfast order he'd clearly had delivered earlier-pancakes, fresh fruit, coffee steaming in mugs. He glanced up and caught my gaze, his half-smile lazy, but it made my chest tighten."Morning," he said softly."Morning," I replied, like I didn't just see the texts from Isla, whoever that is.He slid a plate toward me. "Thought we could eat before starting the day. Netflix's first season marathon continues?"I laughed. "You planned breakfast and TV. You're spoiling me.""Not spoiling," he said, leaning back with a satisfied grin. "Strategic morale boost. You'll need it after last night."I blushed, remembered, and ducked my head, smirking. "Strategic, huh?"We ate slowly, exchanging small jokes, comfortable silences, and half-hearted debates over which shows were worth bingeing. It felt... normal. The kind of normal I hadn't allowed myself to f
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