The bright morning sun shone hotly over the busy military camp.
Damon sat comfortably behind his desk in his tent. A stack of paper reports rested on the table in front of him, but he was not reading a single word.
He was staring blankly at the canvas wall.
A very wide amused grin was spread across his face. He could not stop smiling. His mind was trapped in the memory of what had happened just a few hours ago in his bedroom.
He remembered the soft, warm weight of Camilla's body pressing against his side in the dark. He remembered her fingers moving slowly down his stomach. He remembered the exact, intense, burning heat when she had sleepily wrapped her hand firmly around him.
But most of all, he remembered her face when she finally woke up.
