Nova
Dominic looked unfairly gorgeous. With his casual long-sleeved shirt and rare pair of jeans, he looked homey in a way that felt intimate. His dark hair was still tied in a low bun that he’d put back while playing with the girls.
“I thought we should talk,” I began hesitantly as I sat down in the chair across from him. “About last night.”
Dominic took a breath but didn’t move otherwise. “I owe you an apology.”
My chest tightened at his words.
“Last night was… unprofessional on my part,” he elaborated. “To say the least. Are you okay?” he asked, looking me over with concern.
I shifted in my seat. I was more than okay—better than ever. But it didn’t sound like that’s what he wanted to hear.
“Yes,” I answered. “Are you?”
“Fine,” he answered too quickly.
I waited for more. For him
