RAYLA I stared at the alarm clock on the nightstand, wordlessly watching each second tickle by, my thoughts far away from me. The more minutes tickled by, the more aware of how many hours I had with Damien, who happens to be asleep. I swallowed the lump in my throat, blinking away from the alarm to look at the ceiling instead. I still felt a bit sore between my thighs, a constant reminder of what we did a few hours ago. My face heated at the memory, making me silently clear my throat as I stared out of the window, it was getting dark meaning it will be dawn soon. Slipping out of bed, I grabbed Damien’s shirt and slipped in on, looking down at the length to decide if it was okay for me to walk around in. Since I was heading downstairs where I’m bound to run into anyone, I decided to wear a skirt for added length before making my way downstairs. The place was almost empty except for a few servants going about their duties, I paused by the stairs landing. “Excuse me, do you have any
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