With a crimson face, Lindsey hurried into her bedroom and closed the door, her heart still racing.
In the past, her feelings for Chayce had left her composed, believing he was a decent man worth being with.
But now, facing Domenic, she felt like a girl entering the throes of her first crush. Merely gazing upon his handsome face quickened her heartbeat, unlike anything she had experienced before.
His nonchalant words had a disorienting effect on her, causing dizziness.
Shaking her head to regain composure, Lindsey adjusted her mood and retrieved a cartoon-patterned pajama from the wardrobe.
Was this too childish?
After a moments hesitation, Lindsey opted for a lace nightdress.
Well Was it too sxy?
Geez! Why did she fuss so much over choosing nightwear?
Rummaging through the wardrobe, Lindsey finally discovered a homewear outfit with light-colored patterns. After changing, she approached the door of Domenics bedroom and raised her hand to knock twice.
When Domenic opened the door, he was dressed in a dark blue silk pajama, exuding a noble and genteel air.
His gaze fell upon Lindseys damp hair. Why is your hair still wet?
It was then that Lindsey noticed it, awkwardly touching her wet locks.
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I forgot to dry it
Did you forget it because you were in a hurry to come to my room?
Domenic teased, leaning against the door with a gentle smile gracing his face, the warm yellow light casting a soft halo around him.
Sleeping with wet hair might make you catch a cold.
Lindseys ears reddened, avoiding Domenics gaze, fearing she might appear as infatuated as a young girl.
Okay, Im going to dry it now.
Wait! Without hesitation, Domenic seized her wrist and pulled her into his room.
Domenics room was filled with a light, pleasant fragrance, the same one Lindsey had noticed on him.
It was a soothing scent.
Ive got a hair dryer in my room. Let me dry your hair. Grasping her wrist, Domenic led her to the bed, gently pressed on her shoulders, and had her sit down.
Lindsey blinked her clear eyes, gazing at Domenic. He retrieved a small hair dryer from the nightstands bottom drawer, plugged it in, and positioned himself in front of her. His shadow enveloped her, and he gently ran his fingers through her wet hair.