**ROSEANA**
I whispered, half drowsy, "Damon, wake up." I squinted my eyes as I searched for my ringing phone. The shrill drawing amid the early morning silence is irritating.
I fumbled on the bedside table with my hand. I remained lying down as my hand looked for my phone. I didn't want to get up since my body felt so heavy. The nice quilt wrapped over my body to keep me warm on this frigid morning didn't help.
When I got my cellphone, I quickly switched off the alarm. I shut my eyes. I tried to sleep again, but the feeling of sleepiness did not return.
I blink, open my eyes, and look up at the ceiling. The ceiling is white, unlike the one I'm used to seeing when I get up in the morning. I'll assume I'm in the hospital if I don't know any better.
I merely stared at the ceiling, gathering my senses and thoughts. I wanted to sleep again, but my body wouldn't let me. How messed up is that?
My attention turned to my side when I felt Damon's hug tighten around me. I haven't said anything yet, but I'm staying in Damon's room. I first moved here over a week ago, when we bathed in the rain.
After spending time on the rooftop, we talked about our situation. He expressed how he wanted to fulfill this idea in his head of us being husband and wife, not just on paper. He said he wants to start over. He asked me if I would agree that we try to grow the relationship we have now. He wanted to be a married couple for real.
When he told me that, I was confused. I felt scared. I was okay with what we had. I was fine with it.
I admit I have a crush on him, probably deeper than that. But it doesn't mean I am going to risk my feelings for him. I understand where I should be in his life. I understood what my role would be in his life when I signed our marriage certificate. I know I should hide my growing feelings from him. I know I shouldn't let my emotions get involved because this is only one of the phases that will come to an end. I know that I should have guarded my heart, but I failed to do so.
I did not agree with Damon's proposal. I told him that I was not yet ready to enter into a committed relationship with anyone. He said he would wait. He said he'd wait, but look whose hands are currently on my waist while resting soundly on my chest. That's why I couldn't move properly earlier because he was all over me.
"Damon, you have an important business meeting today," I murmur. I tap his cheeks lightly.
The man made no move. I sigh. Every morning, this is the scenario for both of us. Damon was a heavy sleeper, and I had no idea until I woke up with him. It's difficult to wake him up!
His secretary frequently calls to tell me that he needs to get to the office early because he has an important meeting. He came close to being late multiple times.
"Hey, you're not going to wake up?" was my voice.
The man just muttered something to himself. His thick brows wrinkled.
I placed my hand on his brows and massaged them. It's surprising that even though his brows are always knitted, he doesn't have wrinkles. God has a lot of favoritism.
I was tempted to trace his face with my hands but restrained myself. I should be waking him up.
I waited for Damon to get up for a few more minutes, but he didn't. He even twisted his legs around my waist. I have the feeling that an octopus is clinging to me. I guess he mistook me for a pillow.
That's most likely why he compelled me to stay in his room. He desired to cuddle a cushion.
I waited a few minutes for Damon to wake up, but he still hadn't. I opened my phone, and there it was: Martinez had left me another message, this time reminding me that Damon had an important business deal today. I gazed at the man who was sound asleep on my chest. Is this man dressed like he's set to close a big deal today?
I slowly unwrapped Damon's hands from around my waist. I decided to cook breakfast instead of waiting for him to get up.
He has a habit of waking up when he smells my cooking. If I may add, he's a little odd. He doesn't wake up when I wake him up, but he does wake up when he smells what I'm cooking.
Damon mumbled, "Where are you going?" His eyes are still shut. He returned my hug and pressed his body even closer to mine.
I reminded him, "Damon, you have work today." Maybe he forgets he still has a company to run.
"I understand," he replied.
"Yeah, so you have to keep moving if you don't want to get late," I replied.
"I can be late for as long as I want because I own that company," he continued, like a toddler having a tantrum before going to school.
I shook my head and mumbled, "The more reason you shouldn't be late."
"I'll cook breakfast first so you can eat after you shower," I said after staring at him. He clearly did not want to get up.
"All right," he murmured.
I thought he was going to let me go because he agreed. I waited for him to let me go, but he didn't. I looked at Damon in wonder.
"Damon, I'll cook us breakfast," I said again, but the man only hummed.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "You have to stop hugging me so I can get out of bed," I replied.
"No," he answered childishly.
"Hey!" I muttered. Finally, his eyes opened. My increasing annoyance vanished when he smiled at me.
"Good morning," he said with a broad smile. He grabbed my lips and kissed me on the lips. His motion causes the butterflies in my stomach to flutter.
My entire face got very red. The man chuckled.
I guess I'll never get used to Damon's antics. Every morning, he would do this.
"Stop being so flirtatious, hmm? I have to prepare our lunch."
His lips make a sinister smile. Just by looking at him, I can tell he's thinking about something.
"Why would you cook me breakfast when I could just eat you? Doesn't it sound good?"