I couldn't stop thinking about him.
Dane.
Knowing Dominic was no longer upset at me gave undeniable joy and for some reason, his face invaded my thoughts whenever I smiled.
Crazy. Strange.
Why do I see his face when I'm happy? Wanting nothing but to be next to him? To feel what I felt again.
The weight of his body on mine. The way he looked at me like I was the air he needed to breathe. Yearning.
My phone sat on my desk. Taunting me.
Just text him.
No. I shouldn't.
But you want to.
My fingers moved before I could stop them.
[Hey]
His reply came instantly.
[Finally.]
Heat rushed to my cheeks, my face burning hot. Has he been waiting for a text?
After all, I snuck out of his house this morning without any formal goodbye.
[Just checking up on you.] I texted.
[You're almost do
