Page 47 of Best In Class
“This?”
“Time with you, Moonbeam.”
I don’t ask him to expound on that. I want to, but I also don’t. It’s risky. It’s scary. I’m falling for himagain.
Hard to fall in when you never fell out, Luna.
What scares me is that I’m starting to forgive him.
I’m starting to forgive and forget the past because I absolutely love spending time with Dom.
But I find that I can’t give in, not entirely, because I worry that history will repeat itself.
Will he cheat again?
And will I keep forgiving him until I live off Xanax like Mama?
“Don’t overthink this,” he cuts into my thoughts as if he knows where my mind wandered to.
“This?” I ask laconically.
“Us. In a car.”
“This is much better than what you used to drive,” I quip.
I loved the 1991 Volvo 240 Sedan. I called it the Tank—because that’s exactly what it was.
Boxy. Indestructible. About as aerodynamic as a brick.
What it really was, though, was charmingly terrible.
Dom laughs. “It rattled when it hit forty, and wheezed like an asthmatic smoker when going uphill.”
All true. But God, I adored it.
“The Tank had character,” I protest.
“You know, at first, I was embarrassed to drive it…driveyouin it, but then I grew attached,” he confesses.
I frown. “Embarrassed?”
He sighs. “Luna, your first car was a BMW.”
“So?”
“The Tank wasn’t fast or cool.”
“But weirdly endearing.” I smile. “We made out for the first time in the backseat of the Tank.”
“Keeping up with Americantraditions!”
I laugh now. It’s so easy to be with Dom. And why shouldn’t I go for easy when everything has been so hard?
“Dom”—I put a hand on his shoulder—“I loved being in that car with you. There was nothing for you to feel embarrassed about.”
He takes my hand and kisses it softly, puts it back on his shoulder. It’s a soft gesture. It’s a Dom gesture. “Thank you, Moonbeam. It’s taken some years but I have overcome my insecurities…the chip on my shoulder. The one that comes from being the poor kid in a rich school.”
I feel a pang. “I know I said terrible things when you tried to talk to me. And?—”
