Page 42 of Sweet Shots

“Why are you mentioning marriage?” I cry out. “I have to go.”

“No, don’t. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean foryouto get married. I was just trying to make you feel better.”

“You failed.”

“Mikah—”

“I really have to go. I have to go over there and talk to him about editing this video, so all his subscribers don’t think I’m some loser two pump chump.”

Zach snickers, and I end the call without saying goodbye. Why did I think telling him would help?

Kicking the blankets off, I shove on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Summer is coming to an end, but it’s still pretty warm out.

I brush my teeth and run my hands through my hair to make it look somewhat presentable. I should shower, but I don’t have the energy for that right now. I’m going to go next door, apologize, talk about fixing the video, then come back, order some greasy ass food, and spend the day on the couch watching sad movies so I feel better aboutmy own life.

Thick grey clouds hover overhead as I step outside, and there’s a humidity in the air. I walk down my driveway, around the fence, and up to Dominic’s door, where I ring the bell. He answers it promptly and surprisingly, without a smile.

“Oh, hey,” he says, forcing a smile onto his face.

My stomach drops.I shouldn’t have come.He’s pissed at me. Embarrassed. Or worse. Whatever worse would be, I’m not sure. Still, I push forward because I need to get this out.

“Hey,” I answer. “Can we talk?”

“Of course.”

I walk into the house, which looks as it always does. Cluttered, lived in, but clean. He shuts the door and we stay in the foyer, in front of the stairs.

“I wanted to apologize for yesterday,” I say quickly before I can change my mind.

“Apologize…” he begins, frowning.

“Yes. I’m sure you were expecting a lot more out of our encounter, and I swear nothing like that has ever happened to me before. I wanted to ask if we could look over the video to edit it together, and if it doesn’t work for what you need, I’m willing to make another. A better one.” I nod firmly. “One I don’t fuck up,” I add.

“Another video…”

“Yes?” I watch him, noting he seems exhausted. “Are you okay?” He doesn’t seem right. Why do I care?

“Mikah, I don’t want to make another video. Yesterday was by far the hottest experience I have ever had.”

My jaw drops, my dick twitching.Fuck off, dick. Why are you such a slut for this man’s praise?

“It was?”

He huffs out a laugh. “Fuck yes. You have nothing to be concerned about.”

“Well, I am. Concerned, that is. Very, actually.”

He screws his face up. “Why?”

“Do you recall what happened?”

“Fuck yes I do. Can’t stop thinking about it.”

“You can’t stop—” I run my hand down my face. “Dominic, that shit is embarrassing.”

“Are you fucking crazy?” He steps to me, putting his hands on my shoulders as he says, “Sexy, Mikah. Not embarrassing. Complimentary.” His hands squeeze my shoulders, and he frowns. “You’re tense.”

“Of course I’m tense.” I shrug out of his touch and step back, because now my dick is hard and I’m in sweatpants with no underwear! “I’m freaking out over this.”

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