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Always?

There can’t be an always, Willow You need to get rid of those thoughts

He releases my hand, kicks off his shoes, and cliainst the headboard without spilling a drop of his drink, he grins and pats the mattress “Come tell me all about your trip to Ottawa”

For a s as he’s done toI come lay in bed with him while we enjoy drinks and talk

He sees it on my face, too “Relax, Willow,” he drawls “I just want to have a drink with you and we can either stare at each other in silence, or we can talk Ottawa seeht?”

I blow out a breath, a nervous laugh following Clilass of red ithout bothering to kick off my shoes the way he had He looks so perfectly yummy stretched out there in his fancy suit, wet hair, and tie hanging lopsided because of the angle he’s reclining Contrasted to my oversized jersey, ripped jeans, and hair in a sloppy ponytail, I’m not quite sure what he sees in me, but I don’t ponder it ood enough for anyone A man either wants me or he doesn’t If he doesn’t, it’s his loss, not mine

At least, that’s my attitude these days

“So… Ottawa,” Dominik prompts

I dragoverhappened unless you count the fact that some of the kids threw toot arrested”

Do like that when you were in college?”

“What e?” I ask

“Don’t play mysterious with me,” he counters with a stern expression “I know you went to Michigan State What was your degree in?”

No clue how he knows that Maybe social media, maybe my brother, or hell… maybe my parents spilled it at some point in one of the few times they’d met him Not really important

“Photojournalism,” I say, then add “And of course I did crazy stuff in college Didn’t you?”

“I never finished college,” he says, which absolutely shocks me How did I not know this about him?

“You’re kidding htly open, and I clae?”

Do deal about it when I first bought the Quakes, but it’s not such hot news these days”