I take as long as I can to get ready for bed. But when I can’t delay anymore, I turn off the bathroom light and step into the bedroom.
Our bedroom.
I know Dominic is going to ask me about tonight—why I reacted the way I did.
And I’m going to tell him.
Because I’m sick of pretending that I don’t want to stay here. That I don’t want to stay with him.
And I know what he did isn’t okay. And I know how he did it was shitty. But the more of his family I meet, the more I accept it.
I’d do just about anything to protect his mom, and I only met her tonight.
So if we’re going to do this, I need him to know the truth about my family. All of it.
And there’s a part of me that’s terrified. Because what happens when I explain to him that I’m not that close to King?
Will he regret choosing me as the linchpin?
