Page 116 of Yearn
In the dark beyond my reflection, a shape resolved.
Tall.
Muscular.
Still.
The shadow line of shoulders I knew with my hands before I knew with my eyes.
Dominic was in the backyard.
Standing in the darkness.
Watching.
I swallowed.
How much did he hear?
Then, Dominic shocked me by stepping into the light and letting me fully see him.
Fuck. . .
His eyes.
I’d never seen eyes say so much without moving.
He didn’t touch the glass.
He didn’t lift a hand.
He just turned his head a little, watched the space where Scott had disappeared, and then cut his gaze back to me.
The message landed like a cold punch to my throat.
If you don’t get rid of him, I will, and you won’t like how I do it.
My bottom lip quivered.
Fear slid along my ribs and tightened, a snake finding the smallest way it could fit through flesh to touch bone. I hated the fear because it wore love like a mask, and I loved the fear because it meant someone was standing outside in the dark watching my house like a guard dog with a degree and a steady hand.
I wanted to open the door and let him in.
Yet, I also wanted to bolt the door and keep him out so he wouldn’t get involved in my mess.
I wanted all the contradictions to stand next to each other and agree to behave until morning.
Behind me, a box thumped.
Scott moved something else.
I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.
I kept my eyes on Dominic until he tipped his chin once and then darkness took him.
Shit.
