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“I’m going to kiss you now.”
That’s the only warning I get before his lips melt into mine. A shock wave of sensation pulses through me, sending my heart into overdrive. The kiss is soft yet demanding, as if he’s feeling me out, waiting for me to make the next move and deepen our kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, running my fingers into his cold, wet hair, tugging to bring him closer. Our bodies fuse into one another, fitting effortlessly as if he were made for me. I get lost in him for a moment, nipping at his bottom lip before parting my lips, inviting him in. Dominik groans as his tongue pushes inside, exploring and leaning into me with a fierce intensity that makes breathing impossible.
I forget my own name as I kiss him back with the same fervor. I have only ever kissed like this once before. The memories of Runi flash through me, sort of like déjà vu, which is impossible since I’ve never tasted Dom until now. But even in their similarities, this one feels more intense. Making every other kiss before it feel like child’s play. His hand weaves into my hair, pulling tightly as I moan into his mouth.
At that sound, Dominik abruptly breaks the kiss, his eyes wild as he looks down at me breathlessly. His nostrils flare, and he appears to be in shock. Our first kiss, which was never meant to happen in the first place.
The man who never kisses just made out with me at his place of work. In front of someone else.
Due to…jealousy?
And he looks pissed about it. The realization of what we just did finally sinks in, and regret takes over. I stand here, feeling nothing but shame and guilt for letting him kiss me like that. For getting lost in the moment. Dropping my gaze, I release him and take a wide step back. Trying to compose myself, I focus on the black, padded flooring we’re standing on, taking note of the various-sized cuts inside the foam.
The look of rejection on his face from before burns the back of my eyes, but I can’t let it show.
Not here. Not right now.
“I’m sorry, man. I had no idea,” Noa says in a soft, apologetic voice.
I watch as a tattooed hand wraps around mine as Dom interlaces our fingers together.
Looking up at Noa, I offer him a knowing smile. He’s bright red and cringing at Dom, a little frightened, it seems. Extending my other hand out to Noa, I break the awkward silence lingering between the three of us.
“I’m Zoe, by the way. Nice to meet you.”
Noa shakes my hand for a slight second, only to be polite, before he drops it and glances at Dominik to see if he’s fine with our interaction.
What the hell? Why is he so skittish? Dominik doesn’t own me. Clearly, the guys on the team are afraid of him or Noa wouldn’t be this timid right now. Which throws off my future plan to hook up with a random hockey player on the Slashers. It would be hard to get into the sheets with any of these guys if they’re so afraid of Dom. Is it because he’s captain of the team?
I don’t dare look up at Dominik. Not after the way he looked at me after that kiss.
Was it all in my head though? I swear I felt him leaning in, felt his skin burn just as bright as mine. How could anyone fake a kiss like that?
But then again, he specializes in being a fuckboy, so maybe it’s all a game to him.
Doesn’t matter. I don’t want it to ever mean anything.
It’s only now that I realize more people have gathered around us. They are all staring at me, some smiling, others with confusion, and some bouncing back and forth between Dom and me as though they are expecting one of us to jump up and say, “Ha! Gotcha! You’ve been Punk’d.”
There is a lot of cleaning up to do here. I need to get close to someone and dig around to see what Dominik is like at work and around his team.
Dom finally introduces me to everyone, firing off names I’ve already forgotten as I smile and nod, shaking all their hands. It’s super awkward and feels a little too forced. My thoughts are all jumbled, and I have this sudden urge to flee. Like I’m being looked at under a microscope.
What will they all say once you’re gone?
What they think of me is none of my business.
But it doesn’t matter how many times I tell myself that, or any other positive thought, because the negative whispering is always there to feed my anxiety.
“I should go.” I look at Dom.
His forehead wrinkles. “Okay, let’s go.”
“What about the press and the party?” one of the guys pipes up.
Dominik doesn’t take his eyes off me. “Not tonight. I’m taking my girl home.”
“How did you two meet again?” a female asks. I glance at the group and notice a gorgeous redhead leaning into one of the guys. I think his name is Liam.
