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I woke up with one single, stubborn resolution before I'd even opened my eyes: Today, I was going to forget yesterday ever happened.
All of it. The shifter. The howl that still resonated behind my ribs. The c***k of Dominic's shoulder when he took the blow meant for me.
And especially — especially — the other thing.
'Don't.' I pressed the heel of my hand against my eyes before the image could fully form. 'Don't you dare think about it. You are a grown woman. You have seen a shirtless man before. This is fine. This is completely fine.'
But he had not just been shirtless. That was the entire problem.
I sat up, dragging both my hands down my face, and forced myself out from under the blankets before my own traitorous brain could finish that sentence. The fire in the hearth
