Deep Water: Chapter 6
"Can I come in?" Dom asked softly. His eyes searched hers, his massive shoulder hunched over.
Letty moved back. "Yeah. OK."
He came in and turned to her as she shut the door. "Did I wake you?"
Letty shook her head numbly. "No, I wasn't sleeping. How did you know I was here?"
Dom smiled wryly. "I begged Mia."
Letty nodded and went to the bed, sitting down slowly, her wallet still clutched in her hand. "What?"
Dom leaned against the wall. He smirked as he heard the couple next door. "Brings back memories."
Letty stood abruptly, dropping the wallet on the bed. "Don't."
Dom's face dropped. "Don't what?"
"You know what," Letty snapped. She raked a hand through her hair. "I think you should go."
"I will, but only if you tell me one thing first," Dom replied, standing straighter. "Tell me you don't love me."
Letty's head shot up. "What?"
"Tell me you don't love me," he repeated.
Letty blinked and sighed dejectedly. "I do love you, Dom. It was never a question of loving you. I'll love you till the day I die."
"Then why?" he demanded, spreading his hands open. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because it's for the better," she explained, looking at her hands. "I hate to sound like a song, but sometimes love isn't enough."
She heard him cross the room, and suddenly she was looking into his eyes. Those penetrating eyes that saw more and understood more than anyone else ever could. "Letty."
She felt herself falling, losing herself in his gaze. Without speaking, his arms were around her, and she was under him. His lips pressed against her neck. She was falling and didn't want to stop.
God, just let me have this one last time.
Dom's hand brushed against her wallet and picked it up. He got off her and studied the picture. His gaze narrowed, and Letty swallowed hard.
"Dom," she said softly, brokenly.
"What?" He frowned with confusion, his brow furrowed. His eyes darted up to search hers. "What's this?"
Letty smiled evasively. "That is a little girl."
Dom's eyes darkened. He was trying to reign in his temper. "Letty."
Letty sighed and got off the bed, tugging her ripped T-shirt down over her exposed midriff. "That is Marisol," Letty replied softly. "My daughter."
"Your daughter?" he replied incredulously.
Letty turned sharply and looked him in the eye. "Our daughter."
"Can I come in?" Dom asked softly. His eyes searched hers, his massive shoulder hunched over.
Letty moved back. "Yeah. OK."
He came in and turned to her as she shut the door. "Did I wake you?"
Letty shook her head numbly. "No, I wasn't sleeping. How did you know I was here?"
Dom smiled wryly. "I begged Mia."
Letty nodded and went to the bed, sitting down slowly, her wallet still clutched in her hand. "What?"
Dom leaned against the wall. He smirked as he heard the couple next door. "Brings back memories."
Letty stood abruptly, dropping the wallet on the bed. "Don't."
Dom's face dropped. "Don't what?"
"You know what," Letty snapped. She raked a hand through her hair. "I think you should go."
"I will, but only if you tell me one thing first," Dom replied, standing straighter. "Tell me you don't love me."
Letty's head shot up. "What?"
"Tell me you don't love me," he repeated.
Letty blinked and sighed dejectedly. "I do love you, Dom. It was never a question of loving you. I'll love you till the day I die."
"Then why?" he demanded, spreading his hands open. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because it's for the better," she explained, looking at her hands. "I hate to sound like a song, but sometimes love isn't enough."
She heard him cross the room, and suddenly she was looking into his eyes. Those penetrating eyes that saw more and understood more than anyone else ever could. "Letty."
She felt herself falling, losing herself in his gaze. Without speaking, his arms were around her, and she was under him. His lips pressed against her neck. She was falling and didn't want to stop.
God, just let me have this one last time.
Dom's hand brushed against her wallet and picked it up. He got off her and studied the picture. His gaze narrowed, and Letty swallowed hard.
"Dom," she said softly, brokenly.
"What?" He frowned with confusion, his brow furrowed. His eyes darted up to search hers. "What's this?"
Letty smiled evasively. "That is a little girl."
Dom's eyes darkened. He was trying to reign in his temper. "Letty."
Letty sighed and got off the bed, tugging her ripped T-shirt down over her exposed midriff. "That is Marisol," Letty replied softly. "My daughter."
"Your daughter?" he replied incredulously.
Letty turned sharply and looked him in the eye. "Our daughter."
