My lips found their way back to his again and my hands settled on his chest for support.
After a while of kissing we decided to go to sleep. I fell asleep with my back pressed to Damien's chest and his arm draped over my waist.
I woke up that morning to the heavy weight of Damien's arm. Somehow in my sleep I managed to turn around to face him and drape my leg over his hip. I could feel him through my shorts and one slight movement would be a wrong move.
I tilted my head up to look at his face. He was still asleep, his lips parted slightly. His facial features were relaxed unlike when he's awake and all serious. His dark hair hung over his forehead and stuck up from when I ran my fingers through it the night before.
I looked down at the tattoos along his arm and chest. I reached up to trace the ink with my fingers down his arm. A glint of gold on his hand caught my attention. I reached for his hand and lifted