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~Damon's POV
The first thing I felt when I woke was warmth. Not the warmth of the sun through the windows, not the warmth of the blankets, but the warmth of her, Lisa. She was still beside me, breathing softly, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that soothed me more than any song could.
I turned on my side, just staring at her face. There was something innocent about the way she slept, as if the world could not touch her in that moment. Her lashes rested lightly on her cheeks, and her lips parted in a small sigh.
A smile tugged at my mouth. I lowered my face, brushing a gentle kiss against her closed eyes.
"Wake up," I whispered against her skin.
She stirred slightly but didn't open her eyes yet. I kissed the bridge of her nose.
"Lisa," I murmured, my voice soft but playful. "Wake up. The day has started, and you need to eat breakfast with me."
