[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
A soft groan escaped from my lips.
A soft ray of morning light made me blink several times as I realized the sun was already up. But the cold breeze escaping from the slight opening of the window made me want to stay longer in bed. Every inch of me was aching as I attempted to move to my side. A strong arm pillowed underneath my head as Domic wrapped my hair around his fingers, carefully so he wouldn’t wake me.
I wanted to smile, for him to know I was already awake. But I wanted to enjoy more this gentle side of him as he leisurely traced the curve of my shoulder with the tip of his finger.
Last night was like a dream to me—a dream I had always wanted but was too scared to risk. Dominic had always been like a fire to me. He was the warmth in the middle of the
