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Raina.
He asked me to dinner like it was casual and we were just friends. Like he hadn’t already had me moaning against my shower tiles with his mouth on me. Like he hadn’t whispered things into my skin that I still heard when I was alone in the dark.
But I said yes anyway.
It was easier than pretending we weren’t already halfway to something dangerous.
I didn’t bother dressing up. I just wore a black camisole and jeans, did soft makeup, didn’t use perfume. I wanted him to smell me, not the mask of me.
He arrived exactly on time. Of course he did.
Dominic didn’t do late. Or early. He did precision.
He stood in my doorway holding a bottle of wine and wearing a navy button-down with the sleeves pushed up just enough to make my thoughts inappropriate.
“This still a bad idea?” he a
