"I wasn't referring to you. That's not what I meant." I try to explain.
"Then who were you talking to?"
"I can't say."
"Then tell me what happened that night. And why did it happen again when I found you in my room that morning? You got so freaked out when I joked about leaving the TV on."
All of a sudden, tears are forming and, despite my best efforts, I can't make them disappear. My throat gets dry, and I get this heavy feeling in my chest. I move off him and sat beside him on the beanbag chair.
"I don't want to talk about it. It won't happen again, okay?" A few tears run down my face before I could catch them.
Dominic's watching me and spots the tears. "s**t!" He quickly takes me in his arms and pulls me into his chest. "Jess, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. I was just t
