Ash's POV
The second we stepped out of the cab, my stomach dropped.
My palms were sweating, and I couldn't tell if it was from the makeup on my face or just nerves clawing up my throat.
What if Dominic didn't like the makeup? What if he thought I looked ridiculous, like I was trying too hard?
I told myself I wasn't expecting anything special tonight...no big romantic gestures, no perfect moment.
I just wanted to see him, to maybe steal one second alone. Still… I couldn't shake the bad feeling creeping up my spine.
That maybe, TheCoil would show up here, and hurt someone again.
June squeezed my hand, as we both sighed at the same time, staring at the house.
The bass from the music vibrated through the pavement. It wasn't as massive as Dominic's place, but close enough that walking in felt like stepping into another universe.
"This is it," June whispered, widening her eyes.
I checked my phone. 8:00pm. My palms were sweating.
