Nyxia’s POV:
"Getting undressed... for the hunt?" Dominico rolled his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
A blush crept up my cheeks. "Oh... right," I muttered, feeling like an i***t. Of course that’s what he was doing. What was I imagining?
I watched as he removed his coat, then his vest, before reaching for the buttons of his silk shirt. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he quipped.
I snapped out of my trance, realizing I had been staring at him like an i***t, watching him undress. “You wish,” I shot back, rolling my eyes as I looked away, my pulse racing from the embarrassment. I walked over to the small table set up backstage, pouring myself a glass of water, and took a seat on the sofa, desperate to get my mind under control.
He scoffed, moving toward me to grab a glass of
