Page 50 of Sweet Shots

I expect him to laugh and appreciate me giving him shit. But he doesn’t laugh. He just stares at me, unblinking.

“Oh, don’t tell me this is the thing that pisses you off?” I take a mouthful of wine before putting my glass down.

He shakes his head. “I don’t like lying.”

The way he says it hurts my chest. Like I’ve really upset him…

I blink a few times, then clear my throat. “I’m sorry; it was wrong. I was annoyed and not thinking clearly.”

He takes his wine, leaning back in his chair and swallowing half the glass in one go. He puts it down, folds his hands and stares at the table. I take another mouthful of my wine, because he’s being weird, and it’s messing with my head. This isn’t how he acts. He doesn’t get mad or upset about things. That’s what I do—that’s my job.

“I don’t know why things are different with you. They just are, okay?” he finally says.

“Okay.”

“I like you, Mikah,” he says slowly.

“Like me? Why in the world would you do that?” I chuckle, trying to make a joke out of it, but again he doesn’t laugh. Fuck, rough crowd tonight.

“Wasn’t really a choice,” he says, giving me a smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Still handsome as hell, though. “Anyway, don’t lie to me again.”

“I won’t,” I answer quickly. “Swear.”

He finishes his wine and fills his glass before taking his menu and reading it over. I watch him for a long moment before picking up my menu and browsing it.

I shouldn’t feel so bad for lying to him. It was a stupid joke. Yeah, it was mean. I did it to make things difficult for him, but like I said, I wasn’t thinking clearly. I was annoyed with him over backing me into a corner.

I built this picture of him in my head without knowing him because I didn’t agree with the way he lived his life, and instead of giving him the benefit of the doubt and trying to talk to him, I turned him into someone he wasn’t.

Now that I’m getting to know him, I realize he’s nothing like what I thought he was. I’ve had sex with this man. I’ve had his dick in my mouth and my ass… And even though it was for work, I know, deep down, there is more to it.

I’ve watched his videos. I see how he is with other people. He’s different with me. And that is scary as hell. Not only because of all the issues that I have personally, but how the fuck do two adult content creators date one another without wanting to kill the men they’re with for work?

Dinner goes by without any issues. We eat, we chat, things are calm and peaceful.

When we pull into his driveway, we both get out.

“Let me walk you to your door,” he says.

I chuckle and go with it. We split two bottles of wine at dinner, and I’m feeling it. I feel good. Light. I hardly drink, and I’m not drunk, but I’m… feeling good.

I pull my keys from my pocket and as I browse for the key I need to get into my house, I drop them. Dominic bends to get them and hands them to me. I stick the key I need into the lock, turn it, and open the door. I turn to him, taking in the way he’s watching me, almost like he’s waiting for me to freak out.

I think back to dinner. On how he wanted to share his excitement with me. Told me he liked me, which still has me feeling all giddy, like a little kid. I’ve overthought every encounter we’ve had together because I’m trying to pick apart what this is. Because that’s what I do. And of course, as usual, there is no answer for what’s going on with us.

It just is.

It’s just one of those things that don’t have an answer.

He likes me. And I like him.

I’ll admit that because of the wine. I may not admit it tomorrow… Baby steps.

“You want to come in?” I ask.

“How drunk are you?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

“Not drunk,” I say seriously. “Just… feeling brave, I guess.”

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