My eyes squeezed shut tightly. I did get up to talk on the phone sometimes. It was just easier to handle the conversation, but I’d never really given it any thought.
“I also really like you on Tuesdays because you’re constantly flushed all day long. Every single Tuesday, you spook so easily. You’re jumpy and especially pink. Pink really looks good on you.”
I rolled my eyes. I knew it did—but I still hated it with a passion. And, of course, I was jumpy and flushed on Tuesdays—those were the days I talked to my family. The days I lied to my family.
Closing my eyes again, I sighed. So damn confusing. Didn’t he tell me that he wished he hated me just that morning?
Which one of his words was I supposed to trust here? Which were lies, and which were truths?
I didn’t know, and I had the feeling that the more he spoke, the more confused I’d get.
But there was one thing that would show me exactly how he felt. One thing he couldn’t lie about. And despite the fact that my gut felt like it was being hammered every time my heart beat, I still turned to him. I still looked at his eyes, green mixed with gold, my two favorite colors in the world.
“Will you kiss me?” I asked in a whisper, and his eyes closed instantly, his jaw locking tightly.
“You don’t know what you’re asking. I’m not a good man, Teddybear,” he said, almost reluctantly.
“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that? Or do you think I’m not fit to make a simple judgment of character, either?” I said, only half-jokingly.
But Dominic didn’t smile. He held my eyes and his breathing deepened, his chest rising and falling faster by the second. I didn’t move, didn’t blink, just waited for what might never even happen, but I prayed to the heavens with all my heart that it would.
Someone up there must have heard my pleading because Dominic moved so fast, I didn’t see him at all, but I sure as hell felt it when his lips pressed against mine.