Her hand flew to her mouth before she even realized it. A sharp gasp tore out of her like a secret she hadn’t meant to hear.
It didn’t feel like her own breath. Didn’t sound like it came from her body. But it did. It f*****g did.
It was them.
Dominic.
And her.
Anna.
Anna’s head thrown back in laughter. Her bare neck exposed. His face buried in it like he was drinking her in.
Like her skin was oxygen. His hands wrapped tight around her waist like she was the anchor to his f*****g soul.
He held her like he had never let her go.
Because he hadn’t.
He f*****g hadn’t.
Her grip loosened. The phone slipped from her hand and hit the floor,she watched it land screen up. Still lit. Still glowing. The image didn’t go away. It stared up at her, alive and mocking.
She couldn’t move.
Her
