Callie’s POV
The knock came again. Sharp, deliberate and real.
I froze in my bed, my heart slamming so hard it hurt, my body still slick with the echo of a dream I hadn’t wanted to wake from. My thighs pressed together instinctively, breath shallow, skin too warm for the cold morning light seeping through the curtains.
“Callie?”
Dominic’s voice.
My stomach dropped. I dragged the duvet higher, pulse racing, and forced my legs over the side of the bed.
The room smelled faintly of lavender from last night’s shower, my nightshirt twisted around my thighs. I crossed the room slowly, every step grounding me back into reality I hadn’t chosen.
When I opened the door, he was standing there in a grey sweater and dark jeans, hair still damp like he’d just showered. His eyes flicked over my fa
