JESSICA POV
The air in Dominic's room was so thick I could almost taste it—a mixture of his clean scent and the raw, electric feeling of what had almost happened. His lips were just inches from mine, his low growl vibrating in my chest where my hand still rested. My entire world had shrunk down to the heat of his skin and the dark promise in his eyes.
Then he moved.
But not to my mouth. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to my cheek. The touch was surprisingly soft, so different from the intense person he'd been just a second ago. It was a kiss of pure, frustrating gentleness that made my heart skip.
"You should go now," he whispered, his voice low and rough against my ear. "Get some sleep, Jessica."
I blinked, the moment broken. My face turned hot, but not from anger. He's send
