The silence stretched until my brother cleared his throat.
“I’m gonna finish packing,” he said, already heading toward the hallway. “You two catch up. Dom, make sure she eats something. She’s been living on caffeine and stress.”
The bedroom door clicked shut behind him.
Dominic still hadn’t looked away from me.
I could feel every inch of the space between us. The apartment felt smaller than it had thirty seconds ago. His sweatpants sat low enough that a strip of skin showed above the waistband when he shifted his weight. The dark shirt clung to the hard lines of his chest, still damp from the gym. He smelled like clean sweat and whatever soap he used—something sharp and expensive that had lived in the back of my mind for years.
I opened my mouth. Nothing useful came out.
He took one
