Elara
I sat in my room for a good while, trying to cool my flushed cheeks after that encounter with Dominic.
My mind couldn't stop replaying the image of him walking out of my bathroom with just that towel hanging dangerously low.
My thoughts were interrupted when Linda knocked on my door. "Luna, dinner is ready. It'll get cold if you don't come down soon."
I sighed softly, knowing I couldn't avoid him forever.
Hide today, deal with the awkwardness tomorrow. What was the point?
"I'm coming," I called back.
The bathroom's steam had cleared out through the ventilation fan. I splashed cold water on my face, patted it dry with a tissue, and headed downstairs.
Dominic was already seated when I arrived.
His eyes tracked my every movement as I entered the dining room.
