Dominic POV
I was done. I’d had enough of the music, the people, the fake smiles. My eyes scanned the room again, a pulse beating in the back of my head. But she wasn’t here. I didn’t see her.
Kennedy.
There were three girls clinging to me, laughing way too loud and pressing themselves against me. One whispered something filthy in my ear, her fingers trailing over my chest, the other two giggling like they had a chance.
They didn’t.
I brushed them off without a second thought, barely even looking at them as I stepped away. I didn’t care. I only had one girl on my mind, and she was nowhere in sight. A knot tightened in my gut.
I walked through the party, past the noise and haze of alcohol and sweat, brushing off people who tried to stop me. In the corner of the hallway, I spotted Mart
