BELLA’S POVHis hands were still on my waist. His breath was warm against my neck.And for one insane, terrifying second, I wondered what it would feel like if he didn't let go.I forced myself to sit up straighter, pulling away from him."Sorry," I mumbled.He didn't respond.The car kept moving.And I kept trying, and failing, not to notice the way my body seemed to fit perfectly against his.We hit a red light.The driver slowed to a stop.And one of the bags in the back tipped over, tumbling forward and knocking into us.Dominic reached up to push it back into place.But his hand, his hand, accidentally landed on my chest, grabbed my nipples.I gasped.He froze.For a heartbeat, neither of us moved.Then he jerked his hand away like I'd burned him."Sorry," he said, his voice tight. "I didn't…""It's fine," I said quickly, my face on fire.It wasn't fine.I was wearing a thin shirt over a tank top, and I could feel my nipples hardening under his accidental touch.God, what is wron
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