Maya's POV
I stirred to consciousness with the delightful sensation of Damon's lips pressed against mine. His morning kisses were becoming my favorite addiction—sweet, tender, and impossible to resist.
"Good morning, little one," he whispered, his voice husky from sleep as he pulled back slightly.
"Good morning, big guy," I replied with a smile that quickly vanished as I self-consciously covered my mouth. "Wait, I haven't brushed my teeth yet. God, I must look like a disaster—messy hair, puffy face, and morning breath included. I should have woken up before you to fix myself."
Damon's deep laugh rumbled through the room as he gently pulled my hands away from my face.
"Tiny one, you could never look horrible. Yes, your hair is a bit wild, but it's adorable. And trust me, your breath is fine," he assured me, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Better get used to this—I plan on waking you with kisses every single day."
