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Then he tagged our plates as I lifted a brow and asked, “What movie?”
He set the plates in my sink and said, “Steel Magnolias.”
I cued it up, then watched as he washed the dishes and put the leftovers in the fridge.
Then he joined me on the couch, and he stayed the whole way through it.
I hadn’t realized I had fallen asleep.
And I woke up when I was jostled, only to realize I was in his arms, and he was carrying me somewhere.
“What?” I mumbled sleepily.
He pressed a kiss on my forehead, “Shh, taking you to bed.”
Against my forehead, I heard him whisper, “I’m going to do better. Promise. Sweet dreams, Sparkles.”
‘I am not responsible for what my face does every time you talk.’
– Dominik’s Secret Thoughts.
Chapter 6
Dominik
Today was Thursday, and it was the 4th.
We closed the garage on the 5thas well.
No one wanted to go to work after partying hard.
Especially not when you worked on cars for a living and people were putting their lives in your hands.
Trusting you not to fuck up their vehicle and cause them to get hurt or hurt someone else.
I pulled on my swimming trunks and a white t-shirt, tagged the beer I was bringing, and a towel, pulled my black ball cap on, and headed out of my house and to my garage.
Since it was the Fourth and the forecast showed it was going to be the perfect weather, I climbed into my Mustang, started it up, rolled the windows down, and cranked the music.
My phone pinged just as I pulled out of my garage.
Sparkles – Can you swing by and get me?
Me – When have you ever driven yourself to the marina?
Sparkles –*snickers*Never.
Me – Just pulled out.
Sparkles – You did? Huh. Well, that wasn’t climactic.
I snickered.
Fucking Talia.
Me – Never said it was my cock.
Sparkles – Promises. Promises.
