(Dominic’s POV)
She fled the room like she was on fire, but it wasn’t fear that made her run. It was the undeniable crack in her armor—the kind that even she couldn’t deny anymore. I saw it in her eyes, in the way her lips had parted beneath mine. I hadn’t even kissed her. Not really. But it didn’t matter.
The taste of her lingered on my tongue like a forbidden temptation.
I needed space. I needed air. But most of all, I needed to feel something other than this simmering ache clawing through my chest.
I stripped off my shirt as I stepped into the bathroom, turning the dial all the way to cold. Ice water spilled over my skin, but it did nothing to temper the heat rolling under it. My body, strong and unforgiving, pulsed with tension as I braced my hands against the tile and hung my head
