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He’s still staring down at me, his smile widening across his beautiful face.
“It’s so good to see you, Zoe,” he whispers, his face so close, I can feel his warm breath on my cheek.
“All right, big guy, that’s enough from you. Let’s get you back to the couch so you can join the rest of your crew.”
He’s still smiling at me when he speaks. “But my bed is overhhh there…back there.” He hitches his thumb behind him, swaying with the movement and nearly knocking me into the door.
I grunt. “No, that’s my bed.”
A heartbeat later. “Could be ours. Used to be mine. You just had to show up, didn’t you? I was doing fine until you showed up.”
Gee, thanks. “Sorry to be such a burden, Dom.”
He stumbles, pulling out of my grasp. “That’s not what I meant. You… I wish you knew.”
“Knew what?”
“Nothing,” he breathes out, dropping his head.
I shake the thought away, trying to reach for him, but he takes another step back.
“It’s okay. Come on,” I say.
“No.”
“No?”
“I’m glad you’re here,” he whispers.
“That’s not what you said a second ago.”
“You surprised me. There is so much you don’t know.”
I blink at him, not knowing what to do with all of that in the middle of the night.
“Come on, Dom. I’ll take you to the other bedroom, and then we can both get some sleep.” I reach out my hand, and he stares down at my palm for a few seconds before he nods.
“Okay.” His droopy eyes roam down my exposed skin as he walks toward me.
I cross my arms over my chest, feeling myself flush under his gaze. He takes a step closer to me but veers right at the last second, as if trying to put more space between us.
There is the Dominik I know. The alcohol is starting to wear off, and he now remembers his strong distaste toward me. As we make our way down the hall, he stumbles and collides with the wall. I manage to grab his waist at the eleventh hour, preventing a permanent Dom-sized hole in the drywall.
“Jesus, Dom, how much did you drink?”
I’m slightly concerned he might projectile vomit on me before I have a chance to show him to his bed. Wasn’t he drinking beer at the start of the night? Now he reeks of tequila and vodka. I can’t imagine the war waging in his stomach right now.
He tips his head down, his face close to my head, and I swear he’s smelling me.
“Did you just smell me?”
Dominik shakes his head, chuckling.
“You smell good. You always have. I missed you.”
His laughter makes my skin tingle…oh my God…it should be illegal how good it sounds. How did I not remember the deep gravel in his laugh that seems to reverberate off every inch of my body?
I’m at a loss for words.
