My fingers twitch in my lap as anxiety bounces through my body. This is what I’ve been dreaming of for over a month. Why can’t I just be calm? There’s movement on the seat next to me. “Angel, don’t be nervous.” I glance down, seeing Dom’s hand palm up between us. “I’m not nervous,” I lie, even as I set my trembling hand in his. “It’s just me.” His voice is soothing as he wraps his fingers around mine.
