I jumped in my seat when I felt Dominic’s hand land on my thigh. My gaze jumped from the window to Dominic, who was staring straight ahead with the smallest of smiles grazing his lips.
“Stop with the jiggling,” he said, amused. “I can’t focus when your leg’s jumping.”
I grinned. “Imagine the irony if you crashed us today.”
Today was November 4th. Our one year anniversary. Exactly one year ago, I drove my car straight into Dominic’s, meeting him for the very first time. It felt so surreal that already a year has passed. I wouldn’t say it felt like yesterday – to much has happened since then – but it surely didn’t feel like 12 months, either.
“Why are you so nervous?” Dominic asked, glancing over at me.
I willed my leg to remain motionless. “I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.” His grin was at
