“Then stop thinking about him.”
I lift my gaze to him.
He’s drinking from his bottle, posture relaxed, eyes steady but not invasive.
Serious. Quiet.
“It doesn’t work like that,” I whisper.
“I know.”
That’s it.
Two words—and I know that’s all I’ll get.
Dominic definitely knows everything, but he won’t say a thing.
He has to know… he always knows.
He’s the one who took me to The Aureum.
The one who dragged me out when I ran after sleeping with Cohen.
And I’m fairly sure he knows we didn’t stop at just that night.
He knows everything, and still—he doesn’t judge me.
And somehow, it’s freeing to have someone who knows your secret… without asking you to confess it.
I scoot closer and lean my head on his solid shoulder.
I can practically feel his annoyance. Dom… isn’t a particularly touchy person. Or sentimental in any way.
But he’s the best male friend I’ve ever had.
And I like him exactly like this.
“Don’t get sappy on me, Heart.”
I smile and nuzzle deeper into the crook of his shoulder.
Yeah, I really do like him just like this.
20
Honey, Banana, and a Very Weird Duo
Cohen
It’s been sixteen hours since I pulled my last brilliant, irreversible dumbass move.
And yet Sloane Heart’s taste is still there.
In my mouth, on my hands, under my damn skin.
I can’t stop thinking about her.
Every time I close my eyes, I see her—her parted lips, her breath catching, her warm skin against my tongue.
