The car slowed in front of my house, and I pointed, suddenly embarrassed.
"That's my place," I said, nodding toward the faded, cracked building.
He looked, then glanced at me. "Yeah?"
"It's not as… you know. Fancy and big as yours," I added, trying to laugh it off.
Dominic turned off the engine and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Ash. I literally do not care."
I looked at him, but he wasn't teasing. His voice was calm and serious.
"I don't care about any of that, babe," he said. "You know that, right?"
I looked away, feeling heat crawl up my neck. "Yeah. I guess."
"Seriously. You could live in a treehouse and I'd still pull up."
A small smile tugged at my lips. "You'd pull up with snacks."
"Damn right I would."
We sat there for a second before he opened the door and I got out. The night air was cool.
As soon as i stepped out, I noticed the curtains shifting in windows in the unit across from ours.
"Great," I muttered. "The neighborhood spy network is already clocked in."
