POV: Olivia
“You make me feel safe,” I admitted. His hand slid up my back, fingers tangling lightly in my hair.
“You are safe,” he said.
“With me, you have nothing to worry about, trust m.” He assured me. We danced a little when the MC called for it, and he kept flirting with me, caressing my back and my ass. I forgot all about Sofia and Lucas, I forgot about my anger and pain. All I see is Dominic, my husband.
The gallery was nearly empty now. Staff cleaned quietly in the background. The lights dimmed to a softer glow. He kissed me again, but this time it was slower. Deeper. Without an audience. His hand moved from my hair to the back of my neck, tilting my head just slightly. My fingers curled into his lapels. The kiss was heat and promise and quiet reverence all at once. When we
