Page 34 of Hate Me Like You Mean It
“What type of porn do you watch?”
“A variety, but I’m on a worshipping kick right now.”
“Of course you are. Everything else revolves around you, so why shouldn’t sex?”
He didn’t even consider thatImight be the one who’d want to do the worshipping. Didn’t even cross his mind.
I smirked. “She was telling the truth, wasn’t she? Harper. You really couldn’t get it up.”
Color swept up his neck. “You know, most people in their twenties aren’t nearly this hung up on shit that happened back in high school.”
“You and I aren’t most people. Not when we’re together, at least.”
His brows went up. “Then what are we?”
“Poison.”
I wasn’t sure why he seemed so surprised by my answer. He must’ve had a similar thought himself at some point. None of this—none of what we were doing—was normal. Or rational. Or healthy.
But here we were, doing it anyway.
“You disagree?” I asked, quirking a brow.
It took a minute for his jaw to loosen enough to allow an answer. “No. I don’t disagree.”
And I wasn’t sure whyhisanswer made my gut twist. He was only reaffirming something I already knew. “Great. Now, quit stalling, and either give me an answer or forfeit the game.”
He cleared his throat, his gaze sliding to the side. “She wanted to have sex, I turned her down, she took offense and spread the rumor to soothe her bruised ego. That’s it.”
My mouth parted, a million questions flooding my head at once. But before they could start spilling out, Dominic pushed the game forward. “My turn. What’s the most embarrassing thing you’re into? Something you wouldn’t want your worst enemy to know about.”
“Nothing I’m into is embarrassing. I have immaculate taste.”
He tried to hide the quirk of his mouth, but his head dipped a split second too late. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think a small part of him was actually enjoying the game.
But I did know better.
“My turn,” I said. “Do you still have trouble getting it up? Is it a medical thing?”
Whatever bit of humor I thought I’d seen flash over his face was now entirely gone. “Ijustsaid that’s not what happened,” he said gruffly, visibly annoyed.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I don’t know why you’re getting so defensive.”
His hands were back on the counter. He took his time, clearly trying to come up with a question he thought would stump me. “What do you think about while masturbating? Number one fantasy, the one you always go back to, detailed.”
That one made me hesitate. Dominic’s lips quirked when I shifted again, and I so badly wanted to shock him with a cool, nonchalant answer… but no. Sorry. It wasn’t going to happen.
“Chicken.”
I leaned in, meaning to replicate the way he’d barely brushed his lips to mine. Except, for reasons unknown, he also moved. And what was meant to be a passing, inconsequential graze turned into a full, firm press of our lips, and…
Sparks.
A breathless amount of them. Stemming from the point of contact and cascading all the way down to my toes, making them curl.
There were butterflies in my chest.
Feathers swirling in my stomach.
