Tight Space

Dom stared at her, his chest tight, his throat almost closing up, then he lifted a hand and pointed at the seat in front of him.

“Please sit.”

Elena didn’t argue. She didn’t complain. She just pulled the chair out and lowered herself.

It was clear…..painfully clear….that she was avoiding his eyes.

“What will you like to drink, eat—”

“I don’t want anything from you.”

The words were sharp, cold and