Maya's POV
I woke to the sensation of Damon's warm body pressed against mine. His strong arms encircled me protectively as he slept, his expression unusually peaceful compared to the tension he'd been carrying lately.
"What's weighing on you so heavily?" I whispered, studying the handsome contours of his face, relaxed in sleep.
I carefully extracted myself from his embrace, not wanting to disturb his much-needed rest. After preparing my morning coffee and getting ready for work, I heard his footsteps behind me. He stood in the kitchen doorway, hair deliciously tousled, eyes still heavy with sleep.
"Why didn't you wake me, little one?" he murmured, bending to plant a kiss on my neck that sent shivers down my spine.
"You've been working yourself to exhaustion. You need the rest," I replied, looping my arms around his neck, breathing in his familiar scent.
