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“It went well.”

He doesn’t elaborate, and I don’t pry, mainly because I know it’s futile. We’ve seen each other nonstop for a week, and I hardly know a thing about him. Normally that wouldn’t bother me. I like to stay as far away from the topic of pasts with others, but for some reason, I want more from him. I need it.

We close up the bar in comfortable silence, and I slide into his sleek black Audi before he drives us back to my place. Without a word, he parks in the visitor spot and gets my door for me, locking the car behind us as he ushers us up to my apartment.

“I’m gonna go change,” I say.

He nods and moves to the kitchen, making himself at home as he scours through the cabinets. I watch as Dominic frowns when he noticeably comes up empty. Discomfort seeps in as I fidget under his stare.

“I haven’t been to the grocery store in a while. I need to go soon.”

“You went last week,” he reminds me.

I flinch just slightly at the reminder. Shit, yeah, I guess I did.

Dominic stares at me for several more seconds before he nods, shutting the cabinet in front of him and pulling out his phone.

“Looks like a diner is the only thing that’s available right now. That sound okay?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll go pick it up. Be back soon,” he says, walking over to me and pressing a quick kiss to my lips.

Annnnnd there he goes. Running for the hills from the poor slummy girl. Okay, I don’t think that’s actually what he’s doing, but I can’t help but feel uncomfortable. Based on his obvious wealth, I’m sure he doesn’t know what it’s like to not have cabinets full. I’m sure he doesn’t even go grocery shopping on his own, at least outside of here and there.

I ditch my clothes, slipping on a soft pair of cotton sleep shorts and a tank top. I skip the bra because those things are medieval torture devices, and I refuse to wear one for any longer than necessary.

I’m lying in bed, flipping through potential movies to watch, when I hear a knock come from my door. I frown, gettingout of bed and opening the door, surprised to find Dominic waiting with a bag of what smells like takeout diner food.

“You look surprised,” he says as his eyes flick across my face. “Did you think I wasn’t coming back?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Didn’t think too much of it, I guess.” I laugh lightly.

Liar.

Dominic doesn’t seem to buy it, but he humors me by stepping inside and dropping the topic. He moves to the dining room table when I shake my head.

“Bring it to the bedroom. I do not have the energy to be anything other than horizontal right now.”

An amused chuckle escapes him, but he nods and follows after me through my postage stamp-sized apartment. When we step inside my bedroom, I take the bag from him and begin unpacking the insane amount of contents inside. He always orders enough food to feed an army, I swear. I mean, I guess he is the size of a small army alone, but still.

Pancakes, french toast, eggs, hash browns, and even two club sandwiches litter my comforter. My stomach audibly groans in celebration, and I waste no time grabbing one of the orders of pancakes and the provided syrup. I dig into the stack, cutting through it with the plastic fork, before unceremoniously shoving it into my mouth. God, I’m so attractive when I’m hungry.

I look over to see Dominic watching me with a small smile before he shakes his head.

“What?” I ask over a mouthful of food.

“I love that you aren’t afraid to eat in front of me.”

My brows dip at that. “Why would I be afraid to eat in front of you in my own house?”

He nods and keeps his smile in place.

“Very good point.”

I give him a wink and happily work through a solid quarter of the amount of food he brought, and the man, being a literal beast, eats the remainder. When we’re all finished, he gathers up the containers before throwing them all away and coming back into the room.

He sits down on the bed, dragging my feet into his lap before he begins rubbing them. I practically scream out in pleasure as he digs his thumbs into the arches of my feet. It feels better than anything I’ve ever felt. Better than a hot shower on a cold day, better than sex. Okay, not that good, but god, it feels amazing, though.

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