Damon's POV
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue over Maya's bare back as she slept peacefully beside me. She lay on her stomach, her hands tucked beneath the pillow, with only the thin sheet covering her from the waist down. Her hair fanned out across the pillow like rays of sunshine. I couldn't resist reaching out, tracing my finger down the length of her spine, planting soft kisses along her back until she stirred. She glanced at me sideways, her eyes still heavy with sleep, a lazy smile spreading across her lips.
"Finally awake?" I teased, continuing to trace patterns on her skin.
"No, still dreaming," she replied with a sleepy grin.
"What about?" I asked, nuzzling her shoulder.
"Not what. Who," she corrected, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"And who might this lucky person be?"
"A certain Greek god who's quite irresistible," she murmured, making me smile.
"And what is this god doing in your dream?"
