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~Lisa's POV
I lay back on the soft sheets, letting the warmth of the meal settle in my stomach. My eyelids felt heavy, drooping despite my efforts to stay awake. Damon's hand lingered at the side of my face, his touch gentle, almost reverent, as he brushed a stray lock of hair behind my ear. The faint scent of him filled my senses, and I felt a quiet comfort settle around me, like the world had shrunk down to just the two of us in that room.
He leaned closer, placing a soft, lingering kiss on my forehead. The pressure of his lips made me shiver slightly, a mixture of warmth and relief washing over me. My belly stirred gently as his hand rested there, fingers tracing the curve of my stomach in the most careful, protective way.
"I'll come back to check on you later," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, the words slipping into my mind like a lullaby. I could hear the soft rumble of his tone, the gentle certainty in it, and it made my heart lift even as sleep tugged at me.
