TORN
Sensing she wasn’t alone, Izzy glanced up; with an audible sigh, she got to her feet and tried to move past the figure in the doorway. It was Dom, dressed in a black hoody with an expression to match; his sports bag, casually slung over his shoulder, told her everything. Then as she got close to him, he blocked her path, and despite all the promises, she moved into his outstretched arms.
