Miriam stirred first.The room was darker than it was.Evening had crept in while they slept, outside the window city lights were already coming on, soft and distant.Miriam lay still for a moment, taking in the quiet, before her stomach made itself known.She was starving.Damien shifted beside her, one arm still draped across her waist.“You’re awake,” he said without opening his eyes.“I’m hungry,” she said.He opened one eye. Then the other. He looked at the windows, read the time from the clock on the bedside table, and sat up slowly.“We slept for four hours.”“I know.” She sat up beside him, pulling the sheet around her. “I’m still hungry.”He reached for the bedside phone and dialed the kitchen.It rang twice.“Sir?” Rosie’s voice came through.“Dinner, Rosie. We’ll be down in an hour.”“Of course sir. I’ll have it ready.”He set the phone down and looked at Miriam.He stood up and held out his hand. “Bath first.”He ran the water himself, it was warm, and they got in together
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