I rolled my eyes as I watched Dominico storm out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He called me a brat? He was the one acting like a child, stomping away like that. I fought down the urge to smile despite the mess of emotions swirling in my chest.
Honestly, I hadn’t expected him to apologize at all. And I wasn’t sure what he was even apologizing for—the kiss? His audacity? His infuriating behavior? His very existence?
But I could still feel it: the bruising pressure of his lips on mine, his hands gripping me with raw intensity that left me breathless. My heart pounded, but it wasn’t just from desire. No, this was something else entirely—anger. A raging fire of frustration at how easily I had melted under his touch, without even fighting back. The apology had only deepened the co
