Penelope’s POVDominic continued coughing, each sound harsh and rough. His eyes had turned red from the choking, and water still dripped from his chin onto his expensive suit. I watched him struggle, and despite everything between us, I found his discomfort genuinely amusing.“Need a napkin?” I asked sweetly, making no move to actually help him.“I’m fine,” he wheezed, dabbing at his nose with his pocket square.“Oh, you’re definitely fine,” someone from the third row called out. “Just ask your girlfriend there.”“She’s not my girlfriend,” Dominic said hoarsely.“He’s not anything to me,” I added firmly.“Ouch,” the same voice replied. “That’s cold, lady.”“She’s always been cold,” Dominic muttered, just loud enough for me to hear.I whipped around to face him. “Excuse me?”“You heard me.”“Cold? I’m cold?” My voice rose slightly before I caught myself and lowered it again. “That’s rich, coming from you.”“At least I never pretended to be something I wasn’t.”“What’s that supposed to m
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