I see that Dominic had not only dropped a pin to share my location but sent his own contact information to heranda detailed description of where he hid his spare key. I beam at hissincere attempt to make sure my friend knew I was safe. I look down and see what Delaney has messaged me back with this morning, my eyes moving faster and faster with each word.
Lane
Morning doll - tell Nikkie thank you for not being a creep.
P.S. Dominic if you’re reading Pinky’s texts, our girl has a praise kink and would totally do butt stuff!! Don’t forget about our double date tomorrow night! LUV YOU!??
P.P.S. You know what they say, an orgasm a day…
My mouth hangs open and I’m frozen to the spot as I reread my best friend literally telling Dominic about my kinks. I wish I could say I’m not as shocked with the ridiculous and outlandish things my best friend says, but here we are. I shut my eyes and wonder what the hell I did in a past life to deserve this humiliating punishment.
Confidence, Celeste. It’s gotten you out of worse. Own it. No shame in your kinks!
I square my shoulders, take a fortifying breath, and look directly at Dominic who has a slew of emotions written across his face. I don’t read into any of them, in fact, the only way I can look in his direction at all is to acutely maneuver my eye line to just above his gaze. His tousled hair will do just fine.
I clear my throat and raise my chin a little, “Well, maybe it’s better you know my kinks. It’ll help with finding me a greater match.” I wink for full effect even as my heart threatens to beatout my chest. Dominic turns away from me, both arms raised, fingers interlocked behind his neck.
“I’m gonna go shower. Do you need anything? I can walk you back to your car once I’m done,” he asks hurriedly over his shoulder as he makes his way to his bedroom door. I look down and realize I’m still wearing his shorts and sweater. I’m not a sweaty sleeper, but last night I slepthardand there is a little drool stain on the cuff.
“Sounds good, and I’m all right, if you’re all right that I borrow these?” I gesture at the clothes. Dominic turns to look me up and down with a pained expression. Shit. He only offered these out of my desperation last night, they might be something he values and here I am parading around in them and asking to keep them longer.
“That’s fine—” he starts but I cut him off.
“I’ll wash them when I get home!” I blurt out. “Thank you again.” I try to put every bit of sincerity into my voice. He must notice, because his face softens and one side of his mouth ticks up in his signature half smile.
“They’re just clothes, Celeste. I care more about your comfort than a sweater.” He pulls a towel from his linen closet and strides into the bathroom. I hear a faint click of the lock turning into place.
It always throws me a little when he uses my real name instead of his nickname for me. I don’t know why. It just feels less playful, more intense. Coupled with his admission for caring about my comfort…my hands run over my belly as if I can feel the butterfly wings flapping around inside me. My ovaries would burst at the seams if Dominic made The List. I’m only human and I have eyes. A hot man telling you he cares for you would send any single straight woman into heat. I sigh. If only he was interested back.
No! If only he met the expectations of The List!
I mentally scold myself while trying to sit on his couch without fidgeting, reminding myself why Dominic doesn’t qualify as a contender.
Loyal …To what? Me?No…maybe?
Tall and handsome…okay, big ass check.
Chivalrous, but manly…Hmm…
Honest, but in a kind way…Honest sure, but I’d say more brutally honest.
