On the walk back, Dominic says nothing. I can't tell if he's angry or frustrated or just wants to drop me off in my room and never speak to me again. I'm convinced its the latter. When we're back at my room, he waits for me to unlock my door, then follows me inside. I can't figure out why he's still here. He takes his coat and scarf off me, then starts going through my dresser. He pulls out some clothes and shoves them into my hand.
"You're freezing. Go take a hot shower and get dressed. I'll wait here."
I take the clothes and leave for the bathroom, unsure why I'm listening to him. The hot shower feels good so I linger a few extra minutes, letting it thaw my muscles and warm my skin. When I'm done, I get dressed and head back to my room, certain Dominic will be gone. But he's not. He's
