Izzy finally stepped into her apartment, shutting the door behind her with a soft click.
The silence of her home was almost jarring after the three days with Dominic.
His mansion had been alive with constant motion, from the staff moving around to the rush of shared mornings, long walks, endless meals, and nights that seemed to stretch forever into intimacy. Here, there was only quiet. The hum of the air conditioner, the faint sound of traffic outside… ordinary, mundane, normal.
She sank onto the sofa, her bag falling to the floor with a thud.
Her body still tingled with the memory of his hands, the heat of his skin, and the way he had claimed her without hesitation. She closed her eyes, letting herself remember the nights they had spent together.
Each one had been intense, urgent
