“That’s a high compliment.”
“I wondered if we could spend some time together today,” I said, the words feeling uncomfortably raw and bold for me.
But the way Dominic’s face brightened in response lit a glow in my chest. “I’d like that.”
I didn’t exactly have any brilliant date ideas. When I’d seduced men professionally, it had been emotionless on my end, and sex had been a quick means to an end.
I did want sex with Dominic, but it felt different… and I wasn’t quite sure how to go about it when what I desired wasn’t empty.
“Do you want to take Rocky for a run with me?” he asked. “And then maybe… we could go a few rounds in the gym?”
I glanced through the house’s floor-to-ceiling basement windows, where I could catch a glimpse of the boxing ring and mats, then nodded. “For you, Dominic, I’ll even run.”
He let out a bark of laughter.
I quickly changed into a pair of leggings, a sports bra and a light hoodie. My closet had been populated as if by magic, and I had a lot of questions for Aiden, like how anyone had guessed my bra size, but it wasn’t my primary concern at the moment.
As I pulled my hair back into a sleek ponytail, I was surprised to see my cheeks were pink, my eyes glowing. I looked…brighter… than I had in years, maybe ever.
When I walked back outside, I watched Dominic run across the green lawn, his golden hair shining under the sun. As he raced away from me, his t-shirt clung to his broad shoulders; his long, athletic stride ate up the ground quickly.
Then he turned back, a grin across his face. Rocky’s tongue lolled out of her mouth in her sheer joy as she raced back toward us, and I felt myself smile in response.
When I rejoined Dominic, he explained that rottweilers aren’t built for long-distance running, but they were incredibly fast over short distances and needed the cardio exercise. “And also, Rocky just likes to race.”
The three of us did a series of sprints together across the lawn, and while I always hated running, it was a lot better with a cute dog.
At the end, Dominic and I collapsed in the grass. Rocky nosed us, trying to get us up to keep running.
“You run twenty-five miles an hour!” Dominic told her, rubbing her ears. “I need a break.”
She went on nosing him until he tackled her and the two of them briefly wrestled. When Rocky was on top, Dominic stretched his muscular arms over his head. “Okay, I give.”
Rocky let out an excited bark and I reached over to pet her. “Good doggie. You show him who’s boss.”
Dominic side-eyed me. “I let her win.”
“Sure.”
“Rocky, time to play in the yard,” he told her, before leading her to an expansive fenced-in area. He handed me a chew toy, and I played tug-of-war with her for a few minutes before she finally broke away and scampered off with it, looking so proud of herself that I burst into laughter.
He locked her in, then turned to me. “Ready to go a few rounds with me?”
“After seeing you get dominated by the dog? Very much so,” I teased him.
“Oh, we’ll see,” he warned me.
Dominic and I entered the ring and bumped knuckles.
"Anything goes?" I asked. "Except actual bodily harm?"
He gave me a suspicious look. "Why do I feel like I'm being set up?"
I gave him a wide-eyed look. "I'm just a little slip of a girl, right? You're the one who was calling melittle bird."
Dominic chuckled and shook his head. "Oh, I see you, little bird. I know you're tough as nails."
I smirked, feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I always loved a challenge, and Dominic promised a good one. As adrenaline pumped through my veins, I bounced on the tips of my toes, trying to loosen up.