Rosie's POV
I couldn't believe it. It's like a dream... The room reeks of us, should I call it a make-out or a near make-out? He didn't f**k me like I had expected, but the fact that he fingered me until I saw stars, until my body shook and begged and broke, and my first working o****m spewed through me, it was magical.
I could hear Dominic's heartbeat echoing beneath my ear, deep and steady. That chest, solid, warm, and mine for just this fleeting moment.
His scent wrapped around me, woodsy, strong, familiar. And oddly comforting. How was it that the same Dominic who had rejected me, humiliated me, was now the one I clung to like a lifeline?
I should've moved. Should've peeled myself off him and kept my dignity, but I stayed. Because my heart was foolish. Because part of me still hope
