Page List


Font:  

And why did he still have my button? It had been two years!

Was that what he was always playing with in his pocket?

My God, it was suddenly so hard to breathe. I didn’t call out to him. I didn’t demand he come back and talk to me, touch me, kiss me, hold me to his chest all night.

He didn’t know that I needed to be there, pressed to him like that. That’s where I belonged. Not in Everer, not in the ODP—there, with his arms around me, his skin pressed to mine.

Instead, all I could do was lie back on the bed, so spent I couldn’t even keep my eyes open. But the tears still came in silence. His words replayed themselves in my mind, torturing me slowly. And the realization hit me like a brick wall right in the face.

He hadn’t been pretending at all.

Dominic Dane was in love with me.


Tags: D.N. Hoxa Paranormal