"Let's go inside," Celeste said with a soft laugh, remembering they still stood outside. "Forgive my manners."
Dominic chuckled and slipped his arm gently around her waist. The cold of the night didn't even dare to touch her now. With his warmth beside her, the tension that had wrapped around her all week started to unravel.
They walked into the small but cozy apartment she called home, and Dominic looked around briefly. His eyes lingered on the soft lights and the blanket tossed over the armrest.
It smelled like her—warm vanilla and maybe a trace of rose. It grounded him in a way he hadn't realized he needed.
"I want to take you somewhere," he said, turning to face her.
Celeste tilted her head, curiosity piqued. "Where?"
He gave a faint smile, the kind that made her chest feel funny. "Just trust me. Bring your coat."
She hesitated for a second. But it was Dominic, and something about his voice nudged her into nodding. She grabbed her coat and followed him out.
