#Chapter15
Dominic
Arella
I ROLLED my eyes, ignoring the knowing grin on his face as I walked toward his car. I knew that smug look when he saw the post-orgasmic bliss all over my face from the climax he gave me not so long ago.
His approaching footsteps and then a hand on my waist made me suck in a breath as his warm grip coursed through me. He kissed the top of my head, then finally opened the passenger door. /"Why are you so in a hurry?/" There was a tiny bit of sadness in his voice.
/"I told you that I have a video call with my friend in Seattle once a month. She was the one who came to the concert of Fifth Death with me./" I climbed inside, and Skip closed the door after me.
He immediately started the engine, then turned to my side and smiled genuinely. /"That was the best night of my life./" He stroked my cheek affectionately.
/"I thought the first one...back seven years ago./" I arched a brow.
