Dominic's POV
The bathroom door creaked open, steam curling out like a sigh, and Mara stepped into the dim bedroom light, her skin flushed from the hot shower.
She paused at the foot of the bed, towel wrapped loosely around her curves, her eyes fixed on me with that searching look that always made my gut twist.
I propped myself up on one elbow, forcing a neutral expression, though my mind was still tangled in the ghost of Callie's moans from earlier.
“Something wrong?” I asked, keeping my voice even, like we were discussing the weather.
She hesitated, dropping the towel to the floor and slipping into a nightgown that clung to her damp skin.
“Tonight's sex... it felt different. Like you were somewhere else.”
Her words hung there, soft but probing, as she climbed onto the mattress
