POV: Dominic’s

After the confrontation, I sat alone in the dark, though darkness meant nothing to my eyes anymore. The room smelled faintly of steam, and her scent lingered where she’d stood and where she lay on my bed. She used my favorite bath wash and treatment. The scent of lavender mixed with her body scent filled my nose, making me inhale softly, loving the scent immediately.

Shit!

I shouldn’t be thinking this way; I hate the fact that I noticed her gown lying on the floor in my bedroom, and I slowly walked up to it, picking it up to inhale the scent that remained with the dress. She...