Kennedy POV
The next few days were pure torture. With Helen and my dad back home from their honeymoon, the house was full again—and me and Dominic had to walk on eggshells. Thin ice. Whatever cliché you wanna use, it felt like we were constantly one wrong glance away from disaster.
And God, the glances.
I couldn’t stop stealing them. Every time he walked into a room, my eyes trailed him like I had zero self-control. Every brush of his hand against mine when no one was looking set fire to my nerves. One night earlier this week, I was putting away groceries in the kitchen, alone—until I wasn’t. I didn’t even hear him come in. He walked up behind me, pressed a featherlight kiss against my neck and whispered, “I miss you.” Just those three words. I almost dropped the bag of spinach I was ho
