Dom (Alliance #3)

I take it from him, then turn and head back upstairs to my wife.

CHAPTER22

Val

It feelslike I wake in the span of one breath.

I was sleeping the sleep of the dreamless, lost in the black nothing of unconsciousness. And now I’m here.

It was early when I went to bed, and now dawn is breaking beyond the windows.

While my eyes adjust, I hear someone else breathing.

So Dom did sleep in here last night.

Part of me wants to wake him up, just to disturb him. But the other part of me wants him to sleep for the rest of the morning.

I push myself up, and my finger throbs.

Must’ve slept funny.

Carefully, I climb out of bed and try to blink my vision clear as I get closer to the windows.

Whatever floor we’re on is high. Like scarily high. But this view is beautiful.

The city is coming to life below us and just past the buildings.

I inhale and place my palms on the glass.

Lake Michigan is right there, glistening in the sunrise.

I could get used to waking up to this view.

The thought stops me short, and I shake my head.

And then I freeze.

What the…

My hands are still pressed against the window and… And…

I lift my left hand off the glass.

That can’t be.

I reach out with my right hand and touch the tender skin of my left ring finger.

“How the hell…?”

This motherfucker.

I slowly turn and face the bed. Where Dom is lying awake, hands behind his head, staring at me.

I hold my hand out, fingers up, between us.

“Did you seriously tattoo my whole fucking finger?”

Where my wedding ring briefly was, is Dominic’s name in black ink, circling the digit. Above that, where a band might be, is Dominic’s name again. But it doesn’t stop there. Above that, between the next set of knuckles, are two moreDominics, stacked one on top of the other.