JESSICA'S POV
The house was too quiet. The kind of quiet that makes your own breathing sound too loud. I walked down the hallway, the cold floorboards cold through my socks. All the anger from my fight with Dominic in the kitchen had faded away, leaving behind a weird, hollow feeling. I needed... something. A distraction. A book, maybe. Something to stop replaying his smirk and the way the water had slid down his chest.
The door to his room was slightly open, a sliver of dim lamplight cutting across the dark hall. I could hear the soft rustle of fabric from inside. Without thinking, I pushed the door open just a little further.
And then I stopped dead.
Dominic stood with his back to me, shirtless, pulling a fresh black t-shirt over his head. But he hadn't gotten it on yet. The lampligh
