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me. “Tomorrow is going to be a long, tiring day.”
     
    I gritted my teeth, forcing a smile. “I’m sure it’ll be fun.” Neither Dad nor Sandy heard me; they were busy cooing at each other and playing footsie under the table.
     
    In the car on the way home, my dad turned down the music and turned to me. “Sweetie, I know this has to be a little weird,” he admitted, shadows flickering across his face as we drove through town. “I know it’s weird that I’m remarrying.”
     
    “It’s not,” I protested, looking out the window. My stomach churned and clenched, I knew there was no way I could ever tell my dad about Domenic now.
     
    “Well, I understand if you want to talk. Or if you don’t want to talk,” he added gently, patting me on the shoulder.
     
    “Sure, Dad,” I replied, managing a smile. “It’s good to see you happy.”
     
    “I’m glad you think so,” he said, putting both of his hands back on the wheel. “So, whatever happened to you and Domenic? I remember y’all used to be so close.”
     
    “Oh,” I blushed crimson red to the roots of my hair. “Nothing. I mean, we just drifted apart.”
     
    “That’s too bad,” my dad said, his voice sounding heavy. “That’s a real shame, Michelle.”
     
    “I’m fine, Dad,” I muttered in annoyance. “I’m sure he’s fine, too.”
     
    “Well, he’s had some tough times, honey. He had an injury in school and had to drop out, but I heard he’s taken up art again, just like Sandy.”
     
    “He sounds fine,” I replied, sharply. Tears were welling in my eyes. I wonder if he’s still fucking someone new every week. Want to tell me that, Dad?
     
    “Well, you should be a little more empathetic, Michelle. He’s an old friend of yours.”
     
    “He’s not that great, Dad.”
     
    My dad slowed down, turning and looking at me in his seat. “Michelle, did something happen? I’ve never heard you sound so upset before.”
     
    “Dad,” I said, rolling my eyes and trying to breathe. “It’s fine, okay? I didn’t mean to be rude, I’m sorry.”
     
    “Maybe I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” he muttered under his breath. “You’ve got some temper on you, kid.”
     
    Great, now my dad still thinks I’m a bitchy teenager . “Sorry, Dad,” I mumbled, flushing again. “I’m just tired.”
     
    That night, I slept in my old room. With a lump in my throat, I realized that I’d barely been back since graduation. I dreamed about Domenic all night, everything we had done that afternoon and more. I saw him carrying me up the stairs and tossing me on the bed, ravaging my body with lust. I saw myself bringing him to the edge of pleasure, over and over again. I felt his hands, his touch, his kisses all over my body.  Every time I woke up, I’d breathe hard and try to find a less-sweaty spot on the bed, desperate for relief. But he kept haunting me, over and over and over again.

Chapter Two
     
    The day of the wedding dawned cold and clear, and I had a lump in my throat while I got dressed. Sandy and her friends had come over practically at dawn, and she was doing her makeup and gossiping happily with the other women in the living room. I shrugged into my dress—a pale pink sheath dress with cutouts in the back—and pulled my hair into a chignon, applying only a touch of makeup. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt disappointed, but maybe Domenic wouldn’t notice me.
     
    Fat chance , I thought miserably. We’re sitting at the same table .
     
    Luckily, the atmosphere in the house was so frantic that almost no one noticed me. I slipped outside, standing in the front yard and marveling at Domenic’s house next door. A ‘for sale’ sign was stuck in the yard, and with growing dread, I realized that Sandy was moving in with my dad. Our house only had three bedrooms; it was easy for me to imagine exactly where Dom would be sleeping. The thought made my whole body tense, and I squirmed in my dress, eager to