The sun rays blared directly through the glass windows of Tiffany's room. Few birds were chirping as they claimed a spot on the railings of the balcony. It was a lovely day, even lovelier at the fact that Tiffany woke up with Damian's lips against the skin of her neck.
"Rise and shine, gorgeous," Damian whispered through her ear which she replied with a hum.
Gradually, Tiffany opened her eyes and then saw the man already hovering on top of her. His hair was quite messy and there were a couple of bite marks on his shoulder. The sight made her lips pucker.
Damian seems to notice where her eyes were settled upon. Chuckling, he leaned down and nudged the tip of her nose with his, arms moving each side of her head to support his weight properly.
"Don't worry about it," he softly muttered and gave her lips a gentle peck, "I'm yours to mark."