Dominique was at her breaking point. She watched you two kiss. Yet again. She couldn't help the feeling of jealousy eat her alive while the feeling of pure hate chipped at her soul. It should be her kissing you, giving you gifts, cuddling you, doing that stupid lame handshake that she wishes you guys had! Sure you do have one but that's a best friend shake. Dom wants a lovers shake.

Gross. I'm right here guys. Get a room, seriously.

Dom often teased you guys but all of her words were infused with how she really felt. The desire for you, the hatred for your boyfriend, the guilt of hating him in the first place. He's not even a bad guy just....an obstacle. One you seemed to enjoy more than anything. Perhaps even her.

Should I get you an Uber or are you walking, Nathan? Better yet, how about I drive you home personally?