Page 91 of Yearn
I swallowed it down.
He tightened his arm the smallest degree, as if he’d heard the thought pass.
I sighed. “Dominic. . .”
“Yes. . .”
Heat rushed to my cheeks. “I like this. . .”
“Me too. . .”
“Stay in my bed tonight.”
“I didn’t plan on leaving.”
I gave a weak smile to the darkness. “Last night. . .I should have come back downstairs.”
“You were scared. I understand.”
I curled my fingers into the blanket. “Why do you understand?”
“Because. . .”
I felt his chest tighten against my back.
“Because I’m scared too.” He exhaled against my neck.
A shiver ran through me. “Why are you scared?”
“I don’t want you to hurt me, Teyonah. I don’t want you to break my heart by. . .never even. . .giving this a chance.”
Sadness poured over me. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Just try to make this work. Push through any fears that come up. Know that I’m not Scott or any other guy that hurt you.”
“I have so much going on.”
“I don’t care.”
“I’m still married.”
“Fuck your husband.”
“Can we really make this work?”
“Doesn’t this feel good?”
“Yes.” I bit my lip and couldn’t say anything else.
“Then, that’s your answer.” He nuzzled against me.
We remained silent after that. There was so much more that needed to be said, but. . .there was fear in our hearts too.
Surely, we were probably both exhausted also. Medical school had been kicking his ass. Add the fact that he was helping me out with the kids and he was probably more tired and stressed than a normal twenty-five year old.
Minutes later, light snores left him.
His arm tightened reflexively when I shifted, as if even in half-sleep he wouldn’t let me go.
