Zendaya's POV
My eyes fluttered open, the familiar warmth of the sheets, and Sunlight streamed through the gap in the heavy curtains, painting a golden rectangle on the plush carpet. Damien's scent, a rich blend of cedarwood, pine, and something uniquely him, filled my nostrils, making me sigh contentedly.
I stretched, my muscles humming with a pleasant ache from the night before, and reached for him, but my hand met cool, empty sheets.
A small frown creased my brow. Damien was an early riser, but usually, I'd at least feel the shift when he got up. I pushed myself up, the silk duvet pooling around my waist. The scent of him was still strong, leading me towards the open bedroom door.
