LENA

“Stay for breakfast at least.”

Dominic’s voice was rough with sleep when I tried to slip out of his bed at dawn. His arm tightened around my waist, pulling me back against that solid, warm chest. The city was just starting to lighten beyond the windows. My body still hummed from the way he’d touched me—slow, thorough, like I was worth the time.

I turned in his arms and met his eyes. “I have something I need to do first.”

He brushed a strand of hair from my face. “Tyler?”

“Yeah. He still has a key to my place. I want it back. And I want him gone.”

Dominic...