Page 51 of Fractured
Then he pulled his mouth from my straw, looked down at the glass, licked his lips, and said, “Got it.”
All I could say was, “Uh huh.”
Then I cleaned up my mess and moved to one of the barstools.
Dominik threw together sandwiches, we ate them, and then we headed to the couch.
And just as we sat down, the power went out.
I giggled as he chuckled.
Then moments later, I felt him move, and then there was a small light bathing the room from the candle he had just lit that was sitting on the coffee table.
Then I got to thinking.
And the real reason why I declined that guy’s date invitation.
Because the only man I really wanted to date was sitting beside me.
And then I drew in a deep breath and asked, “Hey, Dominik?”
Dominik
I looked over at her and lifted a brow, “Yeah?”
She was peeling the label off her beer bottle when she asked, “Do you have feelings for me?”
I felt my breath catch.
And then I said, “Why’d you ask me something like that?”
I could just make out the way her chest was rising and falling, then she said, “Because of the way we are with each other. The way you are with me. I’ve never seen you act with anybody like you do with me.”
I nodded, “Get that. But that’s the way we are with each other. Don’t go looking into it. Yeah?”
“Dominik, don’t say that. Not to me.” She said.
I lifted a brow at her, “Not to you? You're nothing more than my best friend’s little sister, Talia. That’s all you’ll ever be.”
She scoffed, “Seriously? That’s the line you're going to use?”
I shrugged, “Ain’t a line. We’re too different, and I don’t see you in that way.”
“You’re a fucking liar.” She snapped.
I shrugged.
“Why?” she demanded.
I sighed, “Why what?”
“Why won’t you admit that you have feelings for me?” she asked.
“You don’t want me to,” I said with a shake of my head.
“Wrong. I fucking do. So, tell me why.” She snapped.
I couldn’t tell her why.
