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Kiara's POV

I couldn't feel half of my body when I woke up. I groaned groggily, moaning as I turned.

The bed felt soft and massive as though it was actively trying to consume me with each movement I made and it smelt like Damien.

It was that thought that jolted me fully awake. I sat up in bed-Damien's bed. I was wearing a nightwear that wasn't mine without any underwear.

I looked around his room, certain I was still dreaming because how had I gotten here and more importantly, what had I done here?

I recalled my conversation with Kaylan. Then nothing.

Not exactly nothing.

I remembered the feel of Damien's hands on my body. I remembered the feel of his hardened length against my core, I remembered the taste of his skin on my lips… Goddess, did we have sex?

If we did, why couldn't I fully recollect what had happened?

"You are up."

I jumped at Damien's voice as he stepped out of the shower, his hair dripping water down his broad shoulders to his smooth well-muscled chest down to hi