The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers brushing over the space where Dominic had been just hours ago. The sheets still smelled like him, a mix of sandalwood and something uniquely his. My lips curved into a small smile as I let myself relive the night.
Had I really let that happen? Let him happen? My walls—those carefully constructed defenses I’d spent years building—were gone. With Dominic, they hadn’t even stood a chance.
I shook my head and ran a hand through my tangled hair. My body still hummed with the aftermath of his touch, the memory of his hands, his lips, the way he whispered my name like it was a sacred vow. It wasn’t just physical; it was the way he saw me. For the first time,
