I woke up the following morning with Doom's arm wrapped around my waist.
For a moment, I simply lay there, listening to his breathing.
Last night had been something.
Four years.
Four years of questions, hurt feelings, and wondering why Doom had brought June back into his life.
And last night, I'd finally gotten my answers.
Not the answers I'd expected.
Apparently, the giant asshole had deliberately pushed me away because he was afraid his enemies would use me against him.
I understood why he'd been frightened.
What I didn't understand was why he'd thought breaking my heart was the only solution.
And I was still angry about that.
But he'd apologized.
Doom.
The man who could intimidate an entire room simply by walking into it.
Had actually apologized.
And he'd admitted he'd ca
