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"More than just a friend..." she whispered under her breath, making me pause. Before I could process her words, she clumsily reached up and tried to pull me down for a kiss.
"Whoa there," I chuckled, gently pushing her back onto the bed. "I think we should save that for when you're sober and can actually remember it."
"Come on, Dom," Calla slurred, her hands roaming my chest as she leaned in closer. "You know you want to."
"Calla," I said firmly, catching her wrists and pulling them away from me. "I can't do this with you right now." But I shouldn't have bothered. She slumped onto my chest and seemed totally out.
Her clothes were soaked here and there with alcohol. I sighed. What else can you expect from a concert like that? I took her to bed, quickly undressed her, and tucked the covers around her before standing up to leave. As I closed the door behind me, I couldn't shake the feeling that something significant had shifted between us tonight, but only time would tell what that meant for our future together.
As I kneeled beside the bed, looking at her, she stirred.
"Dom," she whispered.
"Yes?" I wanted her to know that I was right there with her.
Her eyes were still closed, and she was mumbly. "I fucking love you so, so fucking much."
My heart stopped. They were the words I wanted to hear, but not like this. She was barely coherent and I didn't know if she really meant anything she said. I watched Calla's chest rise and fall with the steady rhythm of her breathing for a few minutes. When I was convinced she was breathing well, I knew that leaving her to sleep was the right decision. She needed rest. We could talk in the morning.
I went to the laundry room to get a bucket for her, just in case, and brought it back up to the bedroom, placing it beside the bed.
"Sleep well, Calla," I whispered quietly, my voice barely audible even to myself.
With a deep breath, I stepped back from the bedside, taking one last glance at her peaceful expression before making my way toward the guest bedroom. I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of annoyance, concern and affection for her, but I pushed those thoughts aside for now.
As I reached for the doorknob, I hesitated for just a second, the weight of tonight's events settling heavily on my shoulders. The truth was, I cared about Calla more than I'd ever admit out loud, but seeing her in this state felt like we weren't in the same point in our lives.
"Damn it," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. Now was not the time for introspection.
I quietly closed the door behind me, leaving Calla to sleep off her intoxication. As I made my way into the guest bedroom to prepare for bed, immersed in my thoughts, I couldn't deny that the future suddenly felt uncertain.
"Take it one day at a time, Dominic," I reminded myself. The darkness of the night seemed to envelop me, offering a momentary sense of solace in the quiet stillness.
As I settled into the bed, my thoughts turned to Calla once more – her laughter echoing in my mind, her touch lingering on my skin. Despite our complicated history, I couldn't deny that there was something about her that drew me in like a moth to a flame.
"Dammit," I sighed, running my fingers through my hair in frustration. It had been a long time since anyone had managed to break through the walls I'd so carefully constructed, and the thought both exhilarated and terrified me.
"Get a grip, Dom," I chided myself, determined to regain control over my emotions. "You can sort this out tomorrow when she's sober."
As the minutes ticked by, the exhaustion from tonight's events began to take its toll, and I found myself drifting off into an uneasy slumber. My dreams were filled with images of Calla – her smile, her touch, her whispered confession of love – and I knew, even in the depths of sleep, that there was no turning back now… I was deeply in love with her, no matter how I tried to analyze the situation.
Of course, the road ahead wouldn't be easy; we would have to navigate the complexities of our relationship, face the demons of our pasts, and learn to trust one another in ways we never had before. But deep down, I knew that once we got to the bottom of whatever was holding both of us back, we could maybe find that kind of love that everyone, including the most analytical bastard I've ever met: ME, wants.
I scrubbed my hand over my face while exhaling loudly. What the hell has gotten into me?
Chapter 24
Calla
Awarm glow filled the room. My eyelids fluttered open, and I squinted to adjust to the brightness. My eyes felt like they had been closed forever. I had a light headache, nothing too bad. But looking around, something felt off.
"Oh my god," I groaned, rubbing my temples, and then I noticed something else – I was naked. My heart began to race. I glanced around, recognizing the sleek and minimalist design of Dominic's bedroom. Panic surged through me, and a million questions raced through my mind. How the hell did I end up here?
Before I could piece together the fragments of last night's events, the door swung open, and there stood Dominic, clad in nothing but his boxers and a tight-fitting white shirt that accentuated his muscular frame. He sure was a sight for sore eyes. A sight that I could get used to seeing in the morning.
In one hand, he held a glass filled with an odd mixture that resembled swamp water.
"Morning, Calla," he said, his voice laced with concern. "Thought you might need this."
