"Dom?"
"Yes?"
I wiggled and raised my chin to look up at him. It was two days after I'd come home and we were laying in his tree house, tangled together under the blankets. It was cold as hell and we had to stick as close to each other as we could to keep warm. Or just me, in fact. I bet Dominic could lie here in just his boxers and he still wouldn't be cold.
"Where are we?" I asked, meeting his eyes.
His brows furrowed as one corner of his lips tipped up.
"In my yard, in your favourite tree house in the world." He replied. "Why? A sudden gap in memory?"
"No, it's not that." I shook my head, the hair at the top of my head tickling his chin. "I mean where... What are we?"
He eyed me for a moment and I searched his eyes for any sign of understanding.
"The two of us." I added, hoping
