Dominic's POV
I sat hunched over my laptop at the kitchen table, tapping my pen against the side of my coffee mug like a ticking bomb. The cursor on the screen blinked at me—taunting me, daring me to type something worth reading. I’d finished every final assignment for the semester except this one, and I couldn’t concentrate for s**t.
My mind wasn’t on tire rotations or calibers this professor wanted.
It was on Kennedy.
It was always on her.
When she wasn’t around, it was like someone cut the volume on life down to mute. I felt like a stray mutt sniffing around looking for her scent, for any trace of her in the room. And when she was around, I was paranoid—constantly aware of every glance, every moment someone might be watching. We weren’t exactly being subtle lately. The tension, the
