Page 129 of You're The One
I bring my fist to my mouth to keep from cracking up. She’s definitely going out with a bang. Maybe she missed her calling as an actress, though she seems better suited for a teen drama than anything Emmy nominated.
Dom crouches beside her, giving her another one of those awkward pats on the back. He glances at me over his shoulder with a look that clearly says:Help.
“You love her, don’t you?” Summer asks, peeking up through her disheveled hair. I catch the subtle tilt of her head, cueing him.
“Yes?”
“I knew it.” Summer pops up, hands on hips, mascara smudged.
“What the fuck is going on?” Bodhi mutters beside me.
I just shrug.
“I’m sorry—” Dom starts again.
“No!” Summer cuts him off again, pointing an accusatory finger. “I knew you were only leading me on!”
Dom’s face falls like he actually believes her. Italmostmakes me want to rescue him.
She storms off, several cameras trailing behind her.
“We’ll be right back to get your interview,” Bodhi calls as he hurries after them.
Dom’s still standing there, jaw slack. I walk up beside him.
“Fuck,” he mumbles. “I thought we were on the same page. How did I get it so wrong?”
I lean into him. “You didn’t. That was just Summer being Summer. And look”—I gesture around us—“no cameras.”
When he sees we’re alone, he exhales. “Jesus. She’s really good at that.”
I nod, forcing a breath of my own. Because it’s now or never. At least this moment won’t be caught on camera.
“Want to take a walk? Over there?” I point to where a lower ridge overlooks the falls.
He follows, keeping a protective hand at my waist as we navigate the slick, mossy rocks. The sound of rushing water fills the silence, and my heart kicks harder with every step.
When we reach the edge, there’s no more delaying.
“So, I need to talk to you?—”
A crack of thunder gives me pause.
“Oh, Christ.” Dom tilts his head back. “Please tell me that’s not foreshadowing.”
I almost laugh, but it catches in my throat. “I hope not.”
His brows pull together, and I wipe my palms on my shorts.
“I just—” My voice wobbles. “I think I’ve messed up.”
The first drops of rain break through the canopy, cool against my cheeks. I swipe them away, but more follow.
Dom steps toward me. His hands cup my neck, pulling me close enough to feel the heat of his body, but far enough that I can still meet his eyes. His thumb traces gently along my throat.
“I’ve been trying to say this for a while—” I swallow hard. “Actually, no. I’ve been hiding it. Because I was scared.”
His eyes search mine as the rain picks up. His shirt is wet where I’m gripping it at his sides.
