Amber stirred awake, sunlight spilling through the sheer curtains, casting soft patterns on the walls. For a moment, she lay still, blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings, trying to piece together the remnants of last night. She recalled Dominic’s face, the intensity of his gaze, the wild passion they had shared, and for a fleeting moment, she thought maybe it had all been a vivid, disorienting dream.
But as she sat up, the ache in her body reminded her it was all too real. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it. Did his face really change? What if it were true? What if he had really...? No, that was ridiculous. It was a dream, surely.
The sound of running water drifted through the air, breaking her thoughts. Dominic must be in the shower, she realized, and she could smell
