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Ugh, it’s too bad I would never do something like that. Especially to Dom.
I skip over to my door, sticking my head out and hoping Aaron or Tristan is awake to help me get this giant out of my room. I don’t hear anything, though; the place is too quiet.
The other idiots are likely also passed out from excessive alcohol. Funny how Aaron was giving me shit earlier for drinking too much wine. I can’t imagine Aaron letting himself get out of control like this. He sticks to a very strict routine. Consisting of waking up early every day for a workout, followed by self-guided meditation, and a nutritious breakfast—all before seven in the morning. He is always two steps ahead.
Forever on his game—sharp, alert, and in control.
Maybe tonight he decided to let loose with his friends. God, I hope so. The man is a straight up robot sometimes.
Looking behind my shoulder, I see that Dominik hasn’t moved a muscle. His chest rises and falls softly as he continues to sleep soundlessly.
I’m so glad he woke me up just so he could crash on my floor. Frustrated and exhausted, I decide to call out to Aaron but am met with more silence.
“Dammit,” I groan, running my hand through my still-damp hair.
Squatting down, I wrap my hands around Dom’s ankles and straighten my back, preparing to pull his gigantic, six-five body out of my bedroom. I almost feel bad, praying this doesn’t wake him up since I’m in no mood for a confrontation right now.
Sweat begins to break out on my lower back as I yank on Dom’s legs, making headway close to my doorframe. I’m moving slower than a snail, but it’s better than being at a standstill. How much protein does this guy eat to be this heavy?
“Aaron is totally going to hear about this in the morning. Fucking ridiculous that I have to deal with his friends in the middle of the night. Grown-ass men!” I mumble to myself.
Dominik grunts. “Zoe?”
Oh shit. He’s awake and staring at me.
“Zoe…what are you doing?”
I drop his legs. “What am I doing? What are you doing?! You came knocking on my door and decided to pass out on my floor. You almost took me out on your way down.”
“What?” His voice is hoarse and groggy, maybe even a little slurred.
“Can you stand up? I’d like to get back to sleep.”
He brings himself to a sitting position ever so slowly, glancing up at me. His dual eyes cause my pulse to change.
“This is my room. What are you doing here?” he slurs.
For fuck’s sake.
“You’re drunk. Go home, Dom.”
“I am not.”
Leaning on his palm, he makes a feeble attempt to rise. Before I know it, I find myself stepping closer, reaching out to steady his leaning Tower of Pisa-like posture.
“Easy. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
A hint of a smile brushes his lips. “Aw, is Zo Zo concerned about me?”
“Don’t call me that,” I spit out.
“Forgot you don’t like that.”
“You didn’t forget. You’re just being a prick,” I say, hoisting his arm over my shoulder.
“So brazen. I like it. You’ve always been such a brat.”
“Excuse me? You woke me up, asshole.”
