Third Person POV
"You're up?" Damian asked Sierra, who was leaning on his bed's headboard.
He had just cooked breakfast for Sierra. She was tired from five rounds last night, having only fallen asleep around 3 a.m., and was still in bed, naked.
She looked at the wall clock and saw the time was already 10 a.m. She was exhausted, and her body ached.
Damian put the tray on the bedside table and sat beside her on the bed.
"My whole body is aching," Sierra said in an exhausted voice. Her voice even sounded hoarse.
Damian chuckled, a playful thought of thrusting Sierra flashing through his mind. He was jolted back to reality when he saw Sierra looking at him, irritated.
"Look, I prepared breakfast for you." Damian gestured toward the food he had brought earlier. It was bacon and eggs with fried rice and milk.
"You're not eating?" She asked, noticing Damian was just staring at her as she started eating.
"I already ate. I woke up too early." He smiled and touched her face.
