102. Perfect for Me
Susan
"Why so quiet?" Dominic looks at me intensely while holding me in his arms, gently guiding us to the rhythm of the music. The way he surrounds me, with that mix of firmness and tenderness, makes me feel like something precious... like his most valuable treasure, which he wishes to protect from the world. Does he really see me like that?
"How did you know?" I ask softly, making a broad gesture with my hand to indicate everything around us.
"What do you mean?" he tries to feign confusion, but I didn't believe him for a second. I lightly tapped his forearm, barely a touch. He smiles, amused.
"All of this. It's as unreal as it is perfect. For a moment, I doubt if we're still in America or if we've been magically transported to Victorian London."
Dominic chuckles
