Page 91 of Accidental Theirs
I slowly open my eyes,and I’m so warm and comfortable that I don’t want to get up.
Dominic’s arms are wrapped around me, and when I wiggle, he shifts, not quite waking.
I slowly extract myself and stand up, looking down at him in my bed.
His sandy-colored hair falls across his face, his features softened by sleep. His eyelashes are longer than mine, fanning across his cheekbones.
Damnit.
I shouldn’t have called him. I should have waited until today, until my emotions were less intense. The hormones just make everything worse.
Sebastian’s support was unexpected, but I’m still stung by Damien’s response.
And Dominic… Well, I should have known I would catch feelings all over again for him. It was stupid to ever start interacting with him again outside of work.
But what if he is saying the truth? What if he really does support me and my unborn child? Unconditionally?
As if he heard me thinking about him, he stirs, yawning widely as he blinks sleepily at me, sitting up against the headboard.
“What time is it?” There’s a rasp in his voice that makes my skin hot, but I ignore it.
“Noon,” I answer. “I slept through my alarms.”
Usually, I’d be running around crazy, trying to get ready to go in, but given how Damien and I left things, he can sweat a little.
“Fuck.” He grabs his phone and shoots off a text.
I cross my arms over my chest, rubbing my arms. “I’m sorry I kept you out so late.”
He frowns, looking up from his phone. “Don't you dare apologize. You needed me, so I came. I always will.”
Dominic sitting shirtless against my headboard is making my head fuzzy, but I can’t keep staring.
I look away. “I, um... I think I need some time to think.”
He doesn’t respond and when I look back, he’s frowning even deeper.
“What’s there to think about? We’re back together. I’ve got you.”
“We'renotback together.”
He blinks, and hurt flashes across his face. “But last night?—”
“Last night, I was upset, and you were here for me. I’m grateful for that. But I’m not ready for us to be a thing again. Not... not yet.”
“Does that mean there’s a chance?”
The hope in his voice makes my heart do flips, but I try to stay strong.
“I need to learn to trust you again, Dom. It’s not that easy, so I don’t know. We’ll see.”
Dominic throws back the blanket and stands, picking his shirt up off the ground and putting it on.
“All right. I’ll go. But just remember who was here for you.”
I want to roll my eyes at his obvious possessiveness, but I have always secretly found it a little sexy, so I don’t.
I nearly push him to the door, and he pouts, standing outside in the hallway.
