Callie's POV
Dominic left my room, but he didn’t leave me. Not in the way it mattered.
The door clicked shut with a finality that echoed too loudly in the quiet, and I stood there, staring at the place where he’d been only seconds ago, my breath still uneven, my body slow to remember that I was alone again.
My fingers were tingled, curled loosely at my sides as though they expected to find him again if I lifted my hands. But they didn’t.
The room felt warmer than it should have been, like his presence had soaked into the walls. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air, mixed with something else, like heat, restraint, and promise.
‘I missed you.’
The words replayed, low and dangerous, threading themselves through my thoughts.
I crossed the room slowly and sat on the edge
