HARPER
Keep it as a memento? Absolutely not!
I jumped higher, trying to reach for him, but Dominic only lifted his hands even higher while my bra dangled in the air like it was an item in an exhibit. I groaned as heat crept into my cheeks. Taking a step back, I glowered at him.
"Hand it over. It's ridiculous you're keeping something that's mine and—"
"Ridiculous? Maybe. But I found it. Founders keeper." He shrugged and began to walk to the door.
I sprinted to the door, arms spread out wide, blocking his path. "No." I shook my head vehemently. "You can't keep it. It's not a souvenir!"
Dominic's eyes twinkled, like he was enjoying seeing me flare up. He smirked, the corner of his lips curved up into a smile that I shouldn't find attractive, but I did. And oh, my poor heart skittered just seeing it.
A strand of his hair fell over his forehead, nearly covering one of his eyes. I gulped, feeling heat in between my legs and a tightening in my stomach—a good feeling by the way.
