ARIA'S POV
She knew he was watching her before she even opened her eyes.
It was something she'd never be able to fully explain....just this awareness that settled over her skin like warmth, the feeling of being looked at by someone who wasn't trying to hide that they were looking. She lay still for a moment, eyes closed, and let herself feel it.
Then she smiled.
"Good morning," she said, opening her eyes.
Damien was propped on his elbow beside her, still in the clothes he'd fallen asleep in, his hair slightly undone from sleep, looking at her with that expression he only wore when he thought she couldn't see it. The one that made her chest do something complicated every single time.
"Good morning," he said.
She studied his face. The shadows under his eyes. The particular quality of his stillness that wasn't rest.
"Did you sleep at all?" she asked. "Because I can tell you've been watching me for a while."
