That night, they cooked together.
Eli chopped vegetables while Dominic manned the stove. It was domestic in a way that almost hurt—too easy, too perfect, like slipping into a life that didn’t belong to them.
“You’re terrible at slicing peppers,” Dominic said, watching the mess Eli was making.
“I’m not here to be judged. I’m here to be loved.”
Dominic shook his head, grinning. “You’re lucky you’re pretty.”
Eli blushed as Dominic stepped back to slap his buttocks playfully.
“You really don't know how complete i feel around you. Like this moment should last forever. I want you literally all the time.” Eli fantasized.
“You're going too fast.”
“I know but sometimes I dream about us_ You and I with our cute daughter. I dream about when we wouldn't always have to hide. When I wouldn't feel like a disappointment to my father once I let him know my sexuality. I dream of when we get married, standing in a garden with well wishers and we exchange our vows to be together forever. When we w
