“After this, you want to watch a movie?” Dominic asks. “You can make that cheddar popcorn I love. We can crowd under that blanket that smells like . . . what’s that smell?” I choke on a fresh wave of fear. “Lavender,” I say as more tears stream down my cheeks. “Yeah. And I’ll let you watch a chick movie because all I really want to do is watch you watch it. Your face gets all dopey when you get love drunk.” “Must be some good shit if she’s whipped you, Dom,” Matteo snarks, his vacant eyes lifting to me. “We love rainy days, don’t we, baby?” Dominic’s voice drifts up as he takes a step toward
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