Dom leaned back in his chair, the pillow still clutched to his chest. "Anyway. How are you feeling? Really?" Hazel had an appointment with his mom yesterday while he was busy, and he wanted to know what his mom had told her.
Hazel touched her bandaged cheek. "Better. Much better. Your mom said I'll need another surgery in three months, after the healing process finishes."
"And then?"
"And then she thinks my cheek will be completely healed."
Dom's eyes softened. "That's amazing."
"It's because of you."
He shook his head. "It's because of my mom."
"It's because you introduced me to your mom."
He shrugged, but his ears turned pink.
Hazel looked at him then, really looked. His messy hair, his wrinkled hoodie, his ridiculous rant about race tickets. The way he had taken care of her without complaint, without expectation, without asking for anything in return.
"Thank you, Dom," she said quietly.
He met her eyes. "Anytime, Hazel."
