SEANIt’s 2 AM and Gianna is asleep beside me, her hand is on my chest over my heartbeat, and her breathing even and warm. Peculiar is in the nursery, the monitor's green light steady on the nightstand.I can't sleep. For many reasons but also because Dominic Voss touched her hand and I can still see it.His fingers on hers, the lingering grip. The practiced smile, the European charm, the way he leaned in and made her laugh in thirty seconds, something that took me weeks. Weeks of burned dinners and broken mugs and midnight kitchens and a fortress I had to dismantle brick by brick before the woman standing in front of me even smiled.He walked in, said the right words, and got the laugh for free.I know it's irrational. She came home with me, she's in my bed, and the heart in her chest beats against my ribs every night. Hell. She belongs to me but the jealousy is a new animal with green and sharp-toothed and it’s living in my chest where logic usually sits and I don't have a protoc
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