Mannie’s POV
The moment I got home from that party, I threw myself into the bathroom and then on the bed.
My head hit the pillow, but it didn’t bring the comfort I needed. My body was tired, but my mind wouldn’t let me rest. My chest felt heavy, like I had been running uphill for years and still had miles to go.
The ceiling fan above spun slowly.
The air was warm. I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would come, but all I could think about was Dominic.
My mind wasn’t helping matters as his appearance came into view, his cold eyes, his sharp voice. His scent that always hit my nostrils and make my brain tingle when he closes upon me.
My dirty mind didn’t stop there as I visualized my wet dress that glued to my skin bringing out all my curves and staring at him shyly.
Like a warning, my chi
