Music Recommendation: Scared Of Loving You by Selena Gomez and Benny Blanco.
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The sound of running water and clinking dishes filled the air, strangely domestic for a man like Dominic Cross.
Celeste leaned against the doorframe, with her arms folded across her chest. She wasn't even aware of how long she'd been standing there, just watching him.
There was something so unshakably steady about the way he moved. His sleeves was rolled up, and his hands dipped in suds. Her chest swelled with something she couldn't name.
God, how was she supposed to get used to this? To him doing the little things—the ordinary, human things—for her?
The staff were supposed to do it. The penthouse had an entire floor of employees who lived to make their lives easier. But here he was, rinsing plates, drying them, and carefully setting them aside.
Her fingers drifted to the ring on her hand, brushing over the smooth surface mindlessly. A sigh slipped from her lips before she could stop it.
