Page 56 of You Kissed Me First

I don’t move for a moment, trying to remember what happened last night. Rubbing my leg against his, I realize I’m not wearing pants.

I lift the blanket slowly, frowning when I realize I’m in a T-shirt I assume belongs to Dominic and no pants. I am wearing panties though. The same ones I put on last night.

I let out a breath of relief. Not that I would have minded having sex with Dominic, but I would have been embarrassed if I didn’t even remember it.

After a moment, I try to slip out of bed, but Dominic’s arm is wrapped around my shoulder, keeping me pinned to him.

When I try again, he tightens his hold. After a moment, his eyes pop open.

He looks down at me and smiles. “Good morning, baby doll.”

The nickname that used to annoy me has grown on me. Now whenever he says it, it makes me want to smile.

His baby doll.

I wouldn’t mind being that.

“Morning,” I whisper.

“How are you feeling? You should probably take some medicine and drink some water.”

“Yeah. Probably. Um, how did I get in your shirt?”

“You don’t remember?” His eyebrows raise.

I shake my head, but then wince.

Dominic moves slowly, sliding out from beneath me to climb out of bed. When he comes back with some pills and hands me a bottle of water, I smile gratefully. After taking them, I sit up slowly.

“You were pretty drunk. I asked if you wanted to change and you kind of stripped. I averted my eyes for your privacy, but then got you one of my shirts so you could sleep.”

“Then you climbed into bed with me?”

He shakes his head. “You asked me to stay. I knew I shouldn’t, but I was worried you might need me in the middle of the night and if I was on the couch, I wouldn’t have woken as easily.”

“Did I need you?”

He considers me a moment. “You may have ended up in the bathroom for a bit.”

I try to think back to last night. Bits and pieces come back to me. I remember crying at some point. I bet my face is a mess. Then I remember being in the bathroom with Dominic holding my hair back.

I groan. “I’m so embarrassed. Why didn’t you leave me?”

He moves closer, sitting next to me before cupping my cheek. “What kind of man would I be if I let you suffer on the bathroom floor by yourself? You might have needed me. There was no way in hell I would leave you alone.”

“That’s really sweet, but I am mortified.”

“You shouldn’t be. It happens. Nothing to be embarrassed of. How about you go take a shower and freshen up while I head upstairs and get you one of those fancy coffees you like from the café? Maybe even a croissant if you can handle it.”

I consider my stomach. I still feel like dog shit, but I might be able to handle it. I shrug.

He smiles before kissing my forehead. “I’ll be back.”

After he leaves, I make my way to the bathroom. After taking care of business, I start the shower before looking in the mirror.

I expect to find my face a mess of black, but instead, I find some left over eyeliner under my eye, but the rest of my face looks clean.

I try and remember the night before. I vaguely remember Dominic having a cool washcloth. Did he clean my face?

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