Page 89 of Always You
twenty-eight
MILA
The sun shines brightly through the long-draped windows. I struggle to open my eyes and reach for my phone, which sits on the nightstand beside me. Zero missed calls, so Dante must not miss me all that much, what a little booger.
“Baby, what are you doing?” His morning voice comes out hoarse.
Setting my phone down, I turn to him. My eyes scan his naked beautiful body, half on the sheet sliding off. If only I weren’t so sore, I’d go for another round. His sexy, bed hair doesn’t help much. He reaches for me pulling me into his arms. Our naked bodies press against each other.
“If you keep looking at me like this, Angel, I’ll pin you down for what is round four, five, six?”
I brush my lips along his neck. “Something like that but, I don’t think I’ll make it another round.”
“Ahh too big, huh?”
I lift my head up and smack his chest playfully. A deep rumble of his laugh sends a kaleidoscope of butterflies swirling in me. My heart cracks at his beautiful smile. He lifts my chin and pecks my lips. His free hand creases my back gliding down to my ass. Dominic’s erection grows, the warmth of it presses on my belly. My eyelashes flutter. His lips twitch in a smirk—smug bastard.
“I’ll draw you a bath, baby. I got you some of those bath bombs; what’s the scent you like? That relaxes you, baby?”
My smile grows. He tilts his head in thought. Jesus, I love him so damn much.
“Lavender.”
“Yeah, that. I’ll drop one in for you. I’ll cook you some breakfast in the meantime.”
My gaze lingers over him. I’m falling in love with him more each day, drowning in the depths of him. “You’re too good to me.” I kiss his soft lips.
“You deserve the world, Angel; anything for you.” He stands up, walking his naked ass to the bathroom.
After my relaxing time in the vast oval bathtub, I slip on leggings and a sweater. I make my way downstairs to the smell of fresh coffee, eggs, and diced potatoes. Dominic stands in front of the stove in sweats, a t-shirt, and a backward baseball cap looking sexy as hell. Jesus.
“Smells good,” I say, making my way toward him. Standing on my tippy toes, I kiss his stubbled cheek.
“Here you go, beautiful, scrambled eggs, bacon, and potatoes. If I had more groceries, I would’ve made you your favorite French toast.”
God, he’s so cute.
“This is perfect. It was all perfect; the best date ever.”
He sets our plates on the breakfast bar. “Would you consider this a date you’ll always remember?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Of course.”
He sighs, as he sits next to me.
“Is everything okay? You look lost in thought,” I murmur.
He smiles faintly. There it is again. The unsettling feeling bubbles in my gut. His eyes are telling me something’s going on.
“I’m good baby.” His phone buzzes in the pocket of his sweats. “Hello, Mario.”
I devour my breakfast as Dominic talks on the phone.
“Fuck,” he shouts, slamming the phone on the counter.
I jump, startled. “What happened?”
“It was Mario, we have plumbing problems. A leak… it flooded the kitchen.” He rakes his hands in his hair. “Fucking hell, I’m going to have to close down the next couple of days. Shit, this is going to suck.”
