Dominic's pov.

I stared at the mirror, my heart felt like thousands of needles were piercing through it, and the weight of Kristen's harsh words rested on me with an immersed weight.

My hands moved slowly across my lips as I remembered all the details of what happened between us, the kisses, the moans, the tension, the pleasure… everything was like a scene that was on auto-play in my head.

It was a moment that I had waited patiently for four years, but it turned out to be the worst feeling that I had ever felt after my parents died.

“Wasn't the moment special for you?” I muttered looking at...