Music Recommendation: Let Down by Radio head.
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Dominic's breath turned shallow again. His gaze darted over her face as if trying to memorize it, and to trap her image in a corner of his mind he could run to later.
"I don't… I don't want to blink," he said hoarsely. His fingers, still damp from the shower, pressed against her wrist like he was checking if she was solid. "Because if I blink… you might not be here when I open my eyes."
Her chest ached. "Dominic—"
"I mean it," he cut in, his voice shaking harder than his hands. "You feel… real right now. But so did my mother last week, when she sat beside me in the study back at the estate, and asked if I'd eaten. I talked to her for ten minutes, Celeste." His voice broke. "And then I remembered she was in a coffin." He smiled, but his smile was torn.
The words hollowed out the air between them.
