Callie’s POV
My heart slammed against my ribs as Dominic's hand hovered so dangerously close to my core, the heat of his palm radiating through the thin fabric of my shorts.
I gasped softly, the sound barely escaping my lips before I clamped my thighs together, trapping his fingers there in a reflexive squeeze.
Oh God, what was he doing?
The room was pitch black except for the flickering glow from the TV, the blanket draped over us like a secretive veil, but Jenna sat just in front of us on the floor, her back to the couch, and Mara was right beside him, her eyes glued to the screen.
This was insane, reckless, thrilling, yet terrifying. Part of me screamed to pull away, to shove his hand off and pretend nothing was happening, but another part, the one that had been aching for him
