ANNABELLE'S POV
The ride to the hotel, which I soon realized was in human territory, felt surprisingly short. Dominick leaned close, his presence impossible to ignore. I felt the warmth of his hand against my thigh, just above my knee, while his gaze lingered on me with a glint that sent shivers down my spine. Every so often, his nose brushed the delicate curve of my neck, and I could feel him inhale, just enough to make my pulse race. Then, as if reading my reaction, he murmured, “You smell incredible,” and my heart skipped a beat.
Conversation flowed around us, but I barely registered his words. Instead, I focused on the subtle touches, the way his hand held mine, the way his eyes never left mine, the tiny movements that made it impossible to ignore the electricity between us.
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