Dominic’s hand slides out of view, and then he finally lifts himself off me. Mostly. I start to question what he’s going to do when something presses against the back of my head. “Morning, Angel.” I’m too stunned to react, thinking he’s caught me awake. But then he climbs off the bed, and a moment later, the bathroom door shuts. Did he do that thinking I was still asleep? Why?
