(Sapphire's POV)
I just laid in bed wrapped under Damian's big frame.
My neck had gotten better and I was more relaxed now.
"Is the chef back?" He suddenly wondered out loud. It was actually getting dark outside, and that worried me. "I need her to make chicken soup for you."
"Call Fernandez and ask him." I replied.
"Okay, Mrs Blackwood." He answered and tickled me, making me laugh so suddenly that I started coughing loudly.
The immediate panic on his face was priceless and too cute, so I quickly carried my phone and took a picture.
"Sapphire Blackwood, what did you just do?" He growled at me and came closer.
I gave him a very innocent smile, "me? Nothing."
Damian made to tickle me harder, but I grabbed his hand and not knowing where the strength came from, I pulled him and he lost his balance and fell right on top of me.
The room went quiet as we got lost in each other's eyes.
I watched as if in a daze as he slowly brought his hand to my face and pulled my hair away.
