(Dominic’s POV)
I stood under the cold stream of water, letting it cascade down my body as if it could wash away the scent of last night… the feel of her skin against mine… the sound of her moans echoing in my head like a damn addiction.
No matter how hard I scrubbed, it lingered. Not just her scent—but her presence. It was carved into my skin, embedded into my thoughts like a scar that wouldn’t fade.
I changed the sheets next, throwing them into the laundry basket and grabbing a new set from the closet. I took my time making the bed, tucking every corner with precision, masking the chaos that had unfolded just hours ago. Afterward, I sprayed the room with my own scent to neutralize everything else. Ava deserved her privacy… and frankly, I needed mine too. No one could know—not yet.
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