Chapter 12
6 months After The Choosing
Dominique
I think Reid has gotten the hint.
Ever since our moment in the shower, he’s been making more of an effort to really get to know me. Pulling me into conversations if I pass by, finding reasons to do things just the two of us, and singling me out with a look in a packed room if something happens that he thinks I might find funny.
We are establishing our own little inside jokes and routines, and I can feel my walls coming down around him. I don’t know why, but I still feel this block between us though. It is as if I can’t fully relax around him because I’ve still got one foot out of this relationship we’re building.
I can’t fully focus on us when my sister’s fate is still so murky and undecided. I still haven’t seen her truly connect with anyone new, and I’m worried about her.
The house is in full party mode after Leo conjured up some homemade booze from somewhere. Spirits are high and everyone is in a good mood and enjoying themselves.
After a few hours spent trying to ride the wave of the house vibe, I give up, snapping at Reid when he asks me an innocent question and decide that I’m too moody to be good company right now. As I stand to leave, Parker, Imani, Sean and Ana stand too, and say their goodnights.
I can tell Reid wants to hash this out, but I just don’t have the energy for it tonight.
“Can we talk in the morning? I’m just in a weird mental space right now,” I say as I put our dishes in the sink and turn back to him.
“Of course, no worries. Sleep well, Dom,” he replies, heading to his room as I wait for the others to catch up with me. I feel his gaze as he leaves, and my stomach does a little nervous flip.
Shit. I hope I didn’t just fuck things up.