Dominic POV
I lay there in the quiet aftermath, my chest still rising and falling with ragged breaths, sweat cooling against my skin. My arm was draped over her bare waist, her leg tangled with mine, her soft breath brushing against my neck. Kennedy was asleep—completely spent, her body limp, peaceful.
But I couldn’t sleep. Not yet.
I stared at the ceiling for a long moment, my hand absently brushing the dip of her spine, the curve of her hip. Everything felt... surreal. Like I was in some kind of fever dream, except I didn’t want to wake up.
I’d been with women before. More than I could count. s*x had always been just that—s*x. Physical. Temporary. A way to escape the noise in my head for a while. But what just happened with Kennedy? That wasn’t s*x. That wasn’t temporary.
That was s
