Dom (Alliance, #3)

by S.J. Tilly

Something about this man tells me he doesn’t write his name on his luggage. He probably just narrows his eyes at his suitcase, daring it to get lost.

It often takes a lot of effort, but I try my hardest to be nice, kind, and accommodating. My therapist says it’s a defense mechanism. That I do it because I want people to like me and I’m overcompensating for my fear of rejection. My fear of not being liked. Not being wanted.