Dominic
WORSEN THE STATE OF MY DICK
PRESENT
Leaving Ellie’s bed was torture.
I knew she needed space—to process everything that happened, both at the bar and between us—and I figured waking up next to me wouldn’t exactly help.
I’m not even sure I actually slept. I just lay there, perfectly still, holding her as if the smallest movement might make her disappear.
Something in me shifted the moment I saw another man’s hands on her. Not just because they belonged to that pencil-dick prick—though that didn’t help—but because I realized I never wanted to witness that again. Not now, not ever.
This time, it was unwanted. Uninvited. But what if one day, she wanted someone else’s touch—and I had to stand there and let it happen?
So, while she slept, I let myself hold her, silently begging to any higher power listening that it wouldn’t be the last time I’d get to.
She’s sleeps just as I remember; making the softestmoaning noises that did nothing but worsen the state of my dick.
Once morning came, she was embarrassed, but in an adorable way. I could hear her pacing back and forth, likely having an internal debate about facing me.
When she came downstairs, I tried to play it cool—when really, all I wanted was to pull her into my arms and kiss her until she couldn’t take it anymore and dragged me back to her bed.
Unfortunately, I know she’s not there yet.
I wanted to spend the day with her. Instead, I had an on-duty deputy patrol her while I gave her space. She needs to think about what happened between us. Drunk or not, clearly she still feels something for me, even if it’s only physical. At this point, I’ll take her any way I can have her. I’ll be her damn boy toy if that’s what it takes.
We crossed paths as I was leaving for work, and she looked almost disappointed to see me go. She gave me a small, unsure smile—so unlike her I almost called in, hating being unable to decipher her thoughts.
Now I’m at the station and can hardly focus. Unlike day shift, it’s eerily quiet on nights.
It doesn’t help that Morales is on shift with me, and acting stranger than usual. Shehasn’t said a word to me all night. Instead, she’s been glued to her screen, laser-focused, and for once, not trying to get my attention. I guess she finally got the message that I’m not interested.
Still, somehow, I’m the one who feels like the asshole.
As I search my email for the surveillance footage I’ve been waiting on, my phone dings and I scramble for it, immediately thinking it’s Ellie.
It’s not.
It’s a picture of a sonogram.
And it’s from Adrian.
ADRIAN
Got some exciting news today…
Is that what I think it is?
ADRIAN
Baby Alvarez coming in February
You’re gonna be an UNCLE
I swore I’d never be the kind of person who can’t be happy for others, but I can’t help feeling envious. Just last year, Adrian was sleeping his way through dating apps and swearing he’d never settle down—now he’s married with a baby on the way. It’s hard not to get whiplash.
Congratulations! Happy for you guys.
