I hurried to the bathroom as Dominic showed the officer out, my cheeks still flushed, and quickly changed my underwear and pants. The dream’s lingering effects had thrown me off, leaving me feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and longing. Splashing some water on my face, I took a deep breath, willing myself to shake off the residual emotions before I went back out.
When I returned to the living room, I found Dominic had set up a small spread for me on the coffee table. He’d made chicken noodle soup—actual soup this time, with chunks of chicken, noodles, and vegetables—and beside it, he’d placed a small cup of yogurt. He looked up as I entered, a hint of pride in his eyes.
A warmth spread through me, my heart pounding as I sat down, pulling my blanket up around me. He carefully draped
