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Chapter 10

I can see her anger. It starts giving me anxiety. It doesn't take long before I can hardly control how bad I'm shaking. She doesn't seem to notice as she gets back in the drivers seat. She pulls back into the street, almost hitting a semi. She drives faster than any sane person.

"Asht-"

"What!" I want to shut my mouth immediately, but I decide to continue.

"Please pull over. You're making me nervous." She doesn't listen for about a minute, but she eventually decides to do what I ask, pulling off onto a dirt road, driving out of sight of the main road.

"Are you okay? I mean, it's gotta be pretty hard seeing him out of nowhere like that. Not that it's not hard seeing him on the holidays and stuff, but at least you had time to prepare yourself a bit, instead of seeing him unexpectedly like that." I turn towards her.

"No, I'm really not. I'm worried about what you're planning, your driving is terrifying, and even when I do have time to prepare, I still end up shaking the way I am now." She sighs, crawling over to me. She straddles me, pressing her lips against mine. I get butterflies in my stomach, and I don't even try to stop myself from kissing her harder. She pulls away after a minute, breathing heavily. She presses her forehead softly against mine, apologizing over and over. I keep telling her that it's not her fault, but it doesn't seem to make a difference. Eventually she stops speaking though, just resting her head against my shoulder. My arms are wrapped around her, one of them running up and down her back slowly and softly under her shirt. After a few minutes of silence, she sighs, pulling away and looking down at my lap, her hands pressed against my stomach.

"Dom, do you think we'll ever be," She hesitates for a moment, trying to find the words. "Normal?"

"What do you mean?" She just shakes her head and presses her lips against mine again.

"Never mind. It's nothing." I want to ask her again, but she's already got her lips on mine. She slowly starts to speed up her kissing, me matching her pace. I smile against her lips.

"Well somebody's excited." She giggles before bringing our lips together again. I bite her bottom lip, laughing when a soft moan escapes her. She blushes and stops kissing me, looking away. "Ash, are you okay?" She kisses me again before getting back in the drivers seat. She buckles before nodding at me.

"I'm sorry. I just can't." I want to be upset with her, but I'm honestly grateful she doesn't want to continue right now, because I'm still freaking out about my uncle.

"It's okay. Are you alright?" She nods and starts the car, reaching for my hand. I let her have it until my phone starts ringing. She lets go, not taking her eyes off the road. I grab my phone, which somehow made its way to the floor. I see Patrick's name, and I answer before I realize why he's calling.

"Dominick, why the hell haven't you been answering my texts?! Daniel told me to wait a few hours, but then you didn't answer his, Mike's, Grace's, Spencer's or Amber's texts, and he started worrying too. So what the fuck's going on?" I sigh.

"Don't worry about it. I'm fine-"

"You are not fine, Dom! People who are fine don't call their friends crying their eyes out, then hang up and not answer for over an hour! So what's going on?!"

"This is more a conversation we need to have in person  rather than on the phone. I'll explain whenever Ashtyn and I come back." Without waiting for a response, I hang up, running my hands through my hair and leaning back against my seat with my eyes closed, my hands still tangled in my thick hair.

"What was that about, Dom?" Her voice sounds cautious.

"I called Patrick after I saw my uncle, I told him 'I saw him,' he asked who I was talking about, and then I hung up. He's worrying and asking what's going on. Apparently, everyone's been texting me, even Grace." She let's out a small laugh at the last part, obviously surprised Grace would say anything at all.