Becoming Mrs DeLuca
The door is pushed open and Dominic enters at that exact time, his shirt is rolled to his ankles exposing his muscular arms, a blue vest wraps around his torso and his hair falls over his face.
“Dom,” I say softly, almost like a whisper, but hold myself back, it's not a dream anymore “Dominic” I call out, my eyes looking around the room and finding a clock reading out 2 am
“Did I wake you?” he raises a brow at me, he moves to the vanity pulling off his watch, I watch his face through the reflection, his lips in a tight smile.
“No I shake my head, it's 2 am” I reply to him, brow raised but catching myself, why am I acting like some caring wife? Must be those erotic dreams, I shiver my mind be
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