Isabella woke up to the soft morning light streaming through the curtains, her body warm and comfortably tangled in the sheets. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to enjoy the serenity of the morning, her mind still foggy from sleep. But then the memories of the previous night flooded back, and she groaned, realizing what she had done.
She had hooked up with Dominic. The one and only Dominic.
Turning her head slowly, she glanced over at him. He was still asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily, a peaceful expression on his usually sharp features. For a moment, she allowed herself to take in the sight of him, the way the morning sun kissed his skin, the slight curve of his lips as he slept. But then her eyes caught the little red bruises scattered across his neck— remnants of
