Rebecca’s story

The next morning, I honestly thought Dominic was going to leave. The empty space next to me in bed made me think so, but the trail of his scent and the sound of the coffee machine were enough to convince me to take a shower and go spend some more time with him. I loved the sheets we made love in. They still have the imprint of our need for each other, the passion that consumed us last night.

A shiver ran through me, thinking of the way he adored me, the way he laid each kiss so gentle yet so passionate. Dominic was the kind of man...