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“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I just…” My gaze drifts back to where he was standing when those guys were all over him. “I don’t know why that bothered me.”

He sighs an understanding sound. “What is bothering you about it?” he asks, taking my hand.

“All of it, but I don’t know why. It was nothing, and this is stupid, but I… can’t help but feel like I want to murder those guys.” I pitch my voice up a bit toward the end, so he knows I’m kidding. I mean, I kind of am. I wouldn’t actually kill them.

Dominic grips my face, forcing me to look at him.

“Your jealousy is sexy, Mikah. You already know I like it, but I promise you, that wasn’t what it was about. Not this time. Not without your consent.”

“I know that,” I admit.

“Are you sure?”

I nod. “Definitely.”

“Then why are you so upset?”

“Because I don’t understand why it bothered me so much. Especially after everything with Storm.”

He nods. “I get that. It’s okay. I’m not mad, and I promise you have nothing to worry about with those guys or any other guys. You do know that, right?”

“Yeah.”

He searches my face. “Well, just to be on the safe side, we’re going to talk about this later. Right now, we’re going to eat. Then I’m going to get us the best brownies you’ve ever eaten in your life.”

I smile at the thought of chocolate, and him taking care of me.

“That sounds great.”

He smirks, letting go of my face and pulling off a slice of pizza that he hands me.

It’s the best pizza I’ve ever had. We demolish the entire thing, and with full bellies, go down to stuff ourselves with some brownies.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Dominic

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” Mikah mutters over and over, making me smile.

“But you look so beautiful,” I comment, meaning it entirely.

“I hate you,” he seethes, body trembling.

I lean over him, ducking my head to press my lips to the corner of his mouth. I’d kiss his actual lips, but he’s baring his teeth at me, and I think he may try to bite.

“There’s a fine line between love and hate,” I whisper to him, somewhat reflecting his same sentiments in the car earlier—about love and war.

If we’re going to skirt around the emotional talk, I can do it all day. Let’s see who breaks first.

Do I love Mikah? Not confident enough to tell him, but I’m getting there. It’s this weird, natural feeling that I get when I’m with him. Like a comfort. Like it was just meant to be. I think he has similar feelings, only it’s different for him—obviously.

He’s wound tight. He worries about everything. The thoughts may be easier when we’re together, but he’s ripping everything apart when he’s alone. It may be something I’ll never be able to fix, but as long as the good thoughts beat the bad ones, I’ll consider it a win.

But do I want him to cave first and admit his feelings for me… or do I want to shock him and admit mine? Either option would have a great outcome but pushing him to his limit and watching him explode will be more fun.

Sort of like what I’m doing right now.

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