Page 57 of You Kissed Me First

He must have.

My heart warms at the thought of him taking such good care of me. He didn’t have to, yet he did.

Barrett never did that. I remember when I got food poisoning a couple months ago. Barrett refused to even come visit me. He said he couldn’t stand the stench of vomit.

Yet Dominic sat in here with me the entire time last night.

You’re falling for him.

Stepping into the shower, I try to forget about that nagging thought. I know I’m feeling more for Dominic than I want to.

I take my time in the shower, letting the warm water ease my muscles. Once I’m bathed, I step out and dry off. I realize I didn’t bring any clothes in with me, so I slip Dominic’s T-shirt back on.

When I step back into the room, he’s there, sitting on the couch watching television.

“Do you feel better?” he asks, giving me his full attention.

“Yes. Thank you.”

Moving to my bag, I try to hold the back of the shirt down as I bend to find clothes. I decided against putting on my underwear since they were dirty.

It only takes me a minute to find a pair of sleep shorts. I pull them on quickly, noting that Dominic has turned his attention back to the television. Whether it’s because he’s not interested or trying to respect me, I’m unsure.

When I move to the side of the bed to sit down, I smile as I see the coffee I like. Picking it up, I take a sip.

“This is perfect. Thank you.”

“The croissant is in the bag. I’m going to take a shower, but then after, do you want to rest some more or find something to do?”

“Can I decide when you get done?”

“Of course.”

He moves toward me, pressing a kiss to my cheek. Whatever happened last night, he seems to be being more affectionate with me while we are in private. I think I like it.

“I like how you look in my shirt,” he whispers, making my body shiver.

He steps back with a smile before grabbing some clothes before locking himself in the bathroom. As I hear the shower start, I reach out to grab the croissant to nibble on.

Yesterday after talking to my sister, I kept my distance from Dominic. I wanted to take time to get a handle on my thoughts.

At some point after we started drinking, Nessa and I talked again. This time, I wasn’t as hesitant. I think at that point I knew I wanted him for however long I could get him.

Then he showed up. I remember him grinding behind me. I remember the way he took that tequila shot while licking my body.

I was desperate for him.

What I don’t remember is when I crossed that line from tipsy to drunk. I don’t even really remember coming back to the room. I get flashes of last night once we got back, but it’s not a clear picture.

What I do know is that he could have taken advantage of me. Barrett would have. There’s been many times I think Barrett was trying to get me drunk so he could do things I wouldn’t agree to sober.

Not Dominic. He helped me change and put me to bed.

He’s perfect.

So why am I still nervous to tell him I don’t want this to be fake anymore?

I’m still lost in my thoughts when Dominic reappears. He’s freshly showered, wearing a pair of board shorts and nothing else. The way the shorts are hung low on his hips should be illegal. My eyes take in his strong chest and chiseled abs. I felt bad he missed his workout this morning, but damn, the man looks like he hasn’t missed one in years.

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