Selene POV
Rachel grinned like a cat who had caught a mouse. "Oh-ho. What’s this, Selene?"
I quickly dropped my fork and reached for my napkin, dabbing my neck like that would somehow erase the evidence. "It's nothing. You're seeing things."
Rachel leaned closer, scrutinizing me like a detective on a juicy case. "I might need glasses, but not for that, girl. Those are bite marks."
I felt my cheeks burn hotter than the stove.
"They’re not bite marks," I muttered.
Rachel gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. "Oh my God. Dominic? Was that why you wasted so much time in there?"
I closed my eyes, groaning. "Rachel—"
"It was Dominic!" she squealed, slapping the table. "I knew it! Mr. Terrifying has a soft spot for you, he picks on you!"
I glared at her, feeling utterly betrayed by my o
