JANE
Dominic drove through the city while I sat in the passenger seat. The complete silence inside the car, except for the low hum of the engine, was neither awkward nor oppressive, unlike the times I was alone with Rosario.
He was my boyfriend. The one whom I had chosen for myself years ago. That was what he told me and he had proof of us together. But why was it that every time I was alone with him, I would feel jumpy? Like I had to protect myself from something evil.
Dominic told me the same thing about himself and me. That I loved him and accepted his proposal. The only difference was that he couldn't yet show me a single proof to support his claim. We had plenty of time since last night, but he couldn't. Instead, he went to sleep early.
Still, why was I feeling so comfortable with him? Like, I didn't need to worry about anything in the world as long as he was with me?
