By the time their second 'training' session was over, the night was almost gone.
Damon barely managed an hour of sleep before the sun had risen, and a soft knock came at his door, soft enough that it might have been missed if he'd been sleeping properly, which he wasn't.
He became aware of two things at the exact same time. The soft knock at his bedroom door and the faint weight on his chest.
Ning Xiaoyu was still asleep, her dark hair spread across his shoulder, her breathing slow and even in the particular way of someone who had no intention of waking up for at least another hour.
The knock came again, slightly louder this time.
Her eyes opened.
For a single unguarded moment, the expression that crossed her face was one he'd never seen from her before. It was pure, undisguised panic, the kind that bypassed composure entirely and went straight to instinct.
She dropped behind the bed almost immediately.
