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Damien had never been a heavy sleeper, not since being stuck in foster care, and he definitely didnât sleep at the facility. Therefore he had chronic bags under his eyes, at least thatâs what he thought. Sometimes if Nora sighed in her sleep, heâd stir, open one eye to check on her, then nuzzle back and fall asleep within moments. This morning, however, the sun woke him up and he refused to go back to sleep. With her blonde hair slightly tousled, her calm, even breathing a quiet hum in the air, her skin smelling of warmth and loveâthat is what Clarkâs house always smelled like, like Nora, like heat radiating from a crackling fire that gave you goosebumps and made you think of good memoriesâa time, a life, he had never experienced. The beauty emanated and filled his heart with serene yearning, and he couldnât miss another second of looking at Nora.
He didnât even feel himself smiling until her eyes opened inches from his own. Her face engulfed his line of sight, all he could see was her and the aura of the morning light around her. âNot long enough,â he whispered, trying to quietly breathe in her natural scent. He loved waking up with her, smelling her sheets, smelling their scents mixed together, but mostly he loved smelling Nora in the morning. It was a little heavy but in the best way possible, so unique and warm and deep, engulfing his senses. âYou know⌠Iâm not in any rush to get home. Or get out of bed. Or⌠pack,â he chuckled, diverting his eyes which meant he was shy and was only thinking about one thing: a kiss. âYouâre not in a hurry, are you? âLazy Sunday,â know that phrase?âÂ
His response made her smile a little and turn her head to the side, burying her nose in her pillow as she felt some blush warming her cheeks. There could hardly be anything fascinating about seeing her asleep, and yet Damien made it sound like those minutes heâd been awake before she woke up were something of a treasure. It made her feel something warm and bright inside, knowing he looked at her like that, and that such a look of love was the first thing she could see when her eyes opened in the morning. Perhaps she was starting to get greedy, wanting to wake up with Damien next to her every day. Nora missed his shy smile and honest eyes those days she woke up alone. âWere you waiting for me to drool or something?â she asked with a soft chuckle, finally turning to look at him.
He diverted his eyes and Nora leaned close to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, somewhat close to the corner of his lips, in order to get him to look at her again. Gott, seine Augen. It was so easy to get lost in them, and she wanted to every single time. âGood, because I donât want you to go home. Or get out of bed. Or to packâ she said as a smile made its way to her lips and she moved closer to him, close enough to wrap her arms around him and hold him close. âI know that phrase, and it sounds perfect for todayâ.














