Mum would be proud.
Once dressed, he texted Dom to let him know he was on his way and set off. They’d agreed to meet at the top of the walkway down to the lake. Dom was already there as Henry walked up. He leant against the wooden railing, looking out on the view below.
Henry took the opportunity to study his profile, commanding even from this far out. Dom didn’t have a super-defined six-pack or anything, but he was solid, with wide shoulders that Henry fantasised over a lot.
He had a beanie and gloves on, a testament to the clear but chilly day. Henry smirked; he was dressed much the same. “Hey,” Henry said when he was within speaking distance.
Dom turned to him and smiled, the warmth in it tickling Henry’s insides. There was something about being greeted like that that made him feel ten feet tall.
“Ready?” Dom asked, gesturing to the walkway stretching out below them.
Henry nodded. “Yeah.”
With his hat on, Dom’s features seemed more defined, and Henry zeroed in on the scar running through Dom’s left eyebrow. He was reaching up to trace a finger over it before he realised. “I never noticed this before.”
Dom snorted. “Probably because you weren’t looking at my face.”
Henry blushed on cue. “I wasn’t staring at your dick the whole time,” he said just as a couple walked past. They grinned at him, and Henry sighed.
Why me?
Dom’s laughter echoed around them, and Henry joined him leaning on the fence, grumbling under his breath. “Fuck’s sake.”
“That’s because you pay no attention to your surroundings.”
Henry shrugged. It was a strong possibility. “Maybe.” He faced Dom. “Anyway, back to your scar. Can I ask how you got it?”
Dom ran a finger over the small silver line where the hair didn’t grow anymore. “I used to have a piercing there.”
“Oh, ouch.” Henry winced just imagining it.
“Yep.” Dom scrunched his nose. “It hurt more coming out than it did going in. Well, the day after, anyway.”
Henry could well imagine. “You didn’t want another?”
“Nope. I used to play rugby, so I figured maybe getting another piercing wasn’t the best idea.”
Henry gestured to his eyebrow. “Is that how it came out?”
“Nah.” Dom looked sheepish for a moment. “Not exactly. I was with my teammates, but it wasn’t on the pitch.”
Ahh.
“You were pissed?”
Dom grinned and put his thumb and forefinger an inch apart. “Little bit. My brothers took the piss for weeks.” He gestured to the path and Henry nodded, falling into step alongside him.
“So, you mentioned before that you work with your brothers. What do you do and how many do you have?”
“I have two brothers, one older, one younger,” Dom said with a smile as they walked down the gently sloping wooden walkway. “Both huge pains in the arse, of course.”
Henry grunted in sympathy. “I have a sister like that.”
“Oh, how old?”
“Ella’s a year older than me.” Henry’s phone buzzed with a text the minute he said her name.
Like I summoned her.
