I was drained, completely and utterly spent, and the plush bed back at the Lombardi estate had never felt so distant. The weight of the evening sat heavily on me, and I could practically hear the soft sheets calling my name, beckoning me away from the tension and confusion that still buzzed in my chest.
Dominico had been watching me for a long time now, his golden eyes boring into me with a look I couldn't quite place. The usual hardness was still there, but something softer flickered behind it, something that made my stomach flutter in the strangest way.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I knew this feeling—this stirring in my chest that felt all too familiar, the kind that made me think of schoolgirl crushes and first loves. The problem was that it wasn’t just Dominico who had elicited
