Page 67 of Sweet Shots

Okay, so this isn’t really all that bad. It just feels different because I didn’t get paid for last night. I didn’t do it for a camera or for fans. I did it because I wanted to. And that’s very different.

But better or worse?

Stop thinking about it.

Yeah, good idea. I enjoyed it, and that’s all that matters.

“You’re awake.”

The voice is undoubtedly Dominic’s, and it’s clear he’s been awake for some time. I spit into the sink, rinse my mouth and the toothbrush, then turn to him as I try to figure out what to say. I was fine with the whole thing when it was just me. Now that I have to face him?

What if he is mad?

Also, I’ve never spent the night at a boyfriend’s house before. The only person’s house I ever slept at was Zach’s, and he was a friend before anything else. And even then, it wasn’t often since there was no room there. But when things got really bad at my place, he’s who I went to.

Dominic doesn’t give me a chance to say anything because he captures my lips with his, hands going around me in a firm hug. When he pulls back, he nestles his face in my neck.

“I love that you stayed here.”

“Do you?” The words kind of just fall out of my mouth.

“Yes. A lot, actually. You’re adorable when you sleep.”

“Oh god. What did I do? Did I fart or something? Snore really loud?”

Dominic laughs, taking a step back. “After all the things we’ve done, you’re worried about farting?”

I let out a nervous chuckle. “I guess that’s a fair point.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Sore, won’t lie. But fine.”

Seriously glad I don’t have a headache or a hangover. I drank a lot last night.

He leans his hip against the counter, raising a brow.

“And mentally? Emotionally?”

“No one has ever asked me that before…”

Which makes sense, considering I’ve never done anything like that before.

“Considering you haven’t had many, if any, people in your life who have taken care of you, I’m not surprised.”

Hey, I meant when it comes to sex, but also… he’s not wrong. So, I nod. And though his words would have offended me a few weeks ago, they don’t now. I see them for what they are. Him caring, worrying, giving a shit about me like a normal human would.

“Should I go home?”

Dominic frowns. “Why would you ask that after what I just said?”

“I don’t know,” I say quickly. “I just… I’ve never done this before, and I don’t want to overstay.”

“Overstay?” He chuckles, shaking his head. “You could move in right now, and I’d love the fuck out of it.”

My jaw drops. “Are you kidding?”

“Not one fucking bit.” He shrugs unapologetically. As if he truly wouldn’t care if I moved in right now. How would I feel if he moved all of his things into my place? Like that wool sweater is back on my body, that’s how. I scratch at my arm, and he chuckles.

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