“Dom,” I whisper. “What are you doing?” “Kissing,” he replies. “Feeling,” he says, softer this time. “Babe.” The word leaves my lips in a breathless whisper. “Can I touch you?” Dominic asks. “What?” I ask in shock. “Please? Can I touch you?” Squeezing my eyes shut, I nod. “Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
