C12 The weight of disappointment

Leah's POV

I woke up, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, still groggy from sleep, my mind drifts back, to the night before, to that intimate moment shared with Damian.

The memory, like a delicate whisper, weaves through my thoughts, casting a soft smile upon my lips. But quickly I snapped out of it.

Why am I even smiling, everything that went down last night