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Chapter 32: Ego

I woke up the next morning to the sun shining directly on me. I tried to turn away from it, but I couldn't.

Since when did I get this much sunlight in my room?

I rubbed my eyes and then looked around me the best I could since I couldn't move for some reason. Then, I realized where I was.

I'm in Damien's room. Oh, my fucking gosh!

I was lying on my left side and when I looked behind me, I was met with the face of a Greek god. Damien's eyes were closed and his face looked so calm. The sunlight directly shined on his cheekbones and jawline.

Holy moly!

I looked down and realized I couldn't move because Damien's arm was around my waist.

When did this even happen? We both went to sleep on opposite sides of the bed.

I gently took Damien's arm off of me, and slowly got off the bed. I walked to the bedroom and saw the same little bag from the last time I stayed.

After finishing my business in the bathroom, I stepped outside to see Damien still asleep. I tiptoed to the kitchen to make breakfast. However, the only problem with that was that I barely knew any good recipes since I barely ate.

I decided to find something on Youtube. After a few minutes of scrolling, I decided on French Toast.

I looked around the kitchen for all the ingredients, trying to make the least amount of noise possible. I started adding everything to the mixing bowl.

In the middle, I forgot how much cinnamon I added, and when I tasted it, the mixture was very strong.

Gordon Ramsey would be very disappointed.

I turned on the stove and waited for it to heat up. I dipped the bread in the mixture and put it on the pan.

I heard footsteps and someone cleared their voice behind me.

"I'm making-" I turned around to see the 8th wonder of the world. My eyes widened at the sight of Damien shirtless showing his six-pack and wearing black shorts that hung low exposing his v-line.

Imagine being the lucky girl who gets to wake up next to that every morning.

"If you're done eye-fucking me, you might want to check on whatever your making." He smirked.

I gasped. "I wasn't eye-fucking you." I turned around to the stove. "Shit. Shit. Shit." I flipped over the piece of bread and saw that it had burned. I groaned. I seriously cannot cook.

Damien came over and stood behind me, which awoke the butterflies in my stomach.

"You're quite the master chef, darling." He laughed.

I smacked his chest. "Rude."

"How about we go out and eat?" He looked over at the clock. "It's almost 12 anyway. We can just eat lunch."

"Ok."

"You can shower in Violet's bathroom."

I nodded and went to her room. I picked up my clothes which I had left on the bed yesterday.

After about 20 minutes, both of us were ready. We went downstairs to the parking garage and decided on going on Damien's bike.

Damien took us to a cafe nearby. The waitress took our orders and said she would be back in 15 minutes.

"What are you doing today?" I asked Damien before taking a sip of water.

"Nothing. I might go to the cage later. You?"