top.â
He stares at me for a long moment, and I can almost see the internal debate. Finally, one eyebrow raised, he glances a bare finger across my skin, hissing in surprise as he pulls it away. His jaw drops, and he blinks. âItâs impossibly hot.â
I give a sad nod as I tug the sleeve back into place. âIâm sorry.â I pause. âYou actually saw Sitri at the library the other day, even if you didnât know who he was at the time.â
Dominic stands. âI see.â His gaze is hooded. He gets up and moves to the kitchen, turning on the faucet and thrusting his finger under the stream of water.
âIâm so sorry,â I say again, trying to let the urgency of my emotions come through in my voice. âI justâ¦I canât tell anyone the truth about me. I donât want to hurt anyone. Thatâs why I bundle up, even in the summertime. I want people to be safe.â
He shuts off the water, shakes the excess from his hand, then crosses his arms. âWhy go to school, then? Why not just stay hidden away? That doesnât make sense if all of this is true.â
âBecause I want to be around people. As long as I keep covered, no one will get hurt. And I donât kiss anyone or get kissed, so thereâs no danger there. Iââ Tears sting the backs of my eyes again, steal my words. I swallow once, twice, and press the heels of my hands to my eyes. âI get so lonely by myself, and I donât have anyone else to talk to. I just needed toâ¦I needed toâ¦â
And then heâs in front of me, stroking my sleeved upper arms. âDonât cry. This is justâ¦this is a little bit much to swallow at once. How do I know youâre not just crazy about theâ¦demon stuff? Or a pathological liar? Or that you have some kind of weird, rare disease that makes your skin feel like a furnace?â
I stare into his eyes, blinking away my tears. âYou donât. Not for sure. The only thing you can do is trust my words.â I stop for a moment, realizing the enormity of what Iâm asking. âBut if you canât,â I rush to continue, âitâs totally understandable. Iâm not sure I would, if I were in your shoes.â
His eyes are wide, no longer hooded from me. He stares into mine for what feels like an eternity. Then, he nods. âHonestly, Iâm not sure what I believe, but I see that you believe itâs true.â
Not full acceptance, but not a total rejection either. âThatâs perfectly understandable.â The next words trip off my tongue. âAnd now that you know, I have to ask you toââ
âDonât worry, I promise not to tell anyone at school. Not that theyâd believe me anyway, but yourâ¦secret is safe with me.â
Itâs a start, an assurance. Itâs more than Iâd hoped for, and I cling to it. âThank you for not outright rejecting me.â
He slips his hands down the lengths of my arms to my covered wrists and squeezes. âI canât promise that I understand or that I believe. But Iâm here to help you.â He bites his lip. âHow much time do you have left?â
âI still have a little bit of time.â My voice is just a whisper, the words tearing at my throat. I canât tell him that Sitriâs hinting the end is near. I canât risk pushing him away, as selfish as it seems. So I leave my answer vague, hopeful.
He grips my wrists tighter. âI donât want you to go.â
âMe neither,â I say. I want to tell him Iâm trying to find a way to stay, but it would be terrible for me to get his hopes up if I canât figure out a solution.
I press my cheek against his chest, and he envelops me in his arms, careful not to touch my bare skin. We stand like this for a long time, the lengths of our bodies brushing each other, sharing the rises and falls of our chests.
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