Dominic's POV
I love you.
The words echoed in my skull, looping like a broken record as I lay there, staring at the ceiling of Callie's room. My arm draped over her waist, her warm body pressed against mine, skin still slick from what we'd just done.
Sweat cooled on my chest, and the faint scent of her – musky, sweet, intoxicating, hung in the air.
Did I really love her? Or was this just the high of burying myself inside her, the rush of forbidden skin against skin?
Love.
It felt too big, too dangerous to claim, but f**k, it slipped out anyway, raw and unfiltered in the heat of the moment.
My mind drifted back, unbidden, to that first night. The study door had clicked shut behind us, the house quiet except for the distant hum of the city outside.
Callie had shown up unannoun
