Lyra POV
My head feels light and fuzzy as I breathe in his earthy, pine scent.
Dominic’s hand completely engulfs both of mine, the weight of it sinking down into me and making me suppress a moan. I feel his touch everywhere, as if he’s caressing my entire body with the tips of his fingers.
“I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tonight,” he says smoothly, and it takes me a second to process his words.
My lustful thoughts stop in their tracks as something else takes their place. Relief. I can’t help what happens next.
I start to laugh.
I’m not getting fired. I don’t have to find three part-time jobs just so I can afford my sister’s weekly Skittle indulgence. The sudden weight lifting off my shoulders causes more laughter to tumble out of me, so much so that I throw
