He shrugged and turned those green eyes to me.
“My focus was on something else.” He said it nonchalantly, like it didn’t even mean anything.
But it did.
Whatwas his focus on? What was something else? Was I something else?
No, I shouted at myself in my head. I wasn’t going there again. I wasn’t going to do that to myself again—painting a pretty picture in my head, a picture that wasn’t real, then getting mad at him because it wasn’t.
I turned around again and closed my eyes. Please, please, please let me sleep.
“Goodnight, Teddybear.”
My stomach turned and my toes curled all the way.
“Goodnight, Dominic.”
He fell asleep long before I did.