Aria's POV
Morning light filtered through the hospital blinds, pulling me from sleep.
I became aware of three things simultaneously: I was still pressed against Damian's chest, his fingers were tangled in my hair, and he was already awake, watching me.
"Good morning, sweetheart."
Heat flooded my face. "Don't call me that."
"Why not? You didn't seem to mind last night." His thumb brushed across my cheek. "You talk in your sleep, by the way."
My eyes widened. "What did I say?"
"Nothing incriminating." The bastard looked far too pleased with himself. "Though you did call me an 'insufferable ass' at one point."
"Well, that part's accurate."
He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest, and something warm unfurled in my stomach. God, I was in trouble.
"How ar
