"You're good with words, Dominic." I shift off his lap and sit next to him on the couch.
He looks surprised. "I am? Why? What did I say?"
"It's just a general comment."
I curse myself in my mind. Why can't I tell Dominic how much he means to me or how much I appreciate the little things he does or says? What is wrong with me?
"It sounded like a compliment," he says. "So I'm taking it as such because I don't get many of those from you."
See? Why don't I give him more compliments? I'm a crappy, crappy girlfriend.
"I made dinner reservations for 7, so we should probably get ready," Dominic says. "We're eating here at the hotel. People from all over just to eat at this restaurant, so it must be good."
"I'm sure it is. Everything at this place is great."
"And since we have to drive back
