When I wake…I feel rejuvenated.
I smile, not needing to open my eyes to feel the tattooed arm keeping me locked against a hard, muscled chest. Or the leg thrown over my hip as an added security measure in case I tried to leave during the night.
There’s quiet music playing but that’s not what woke me up.
“If you’re broken, feeling weary,”Dominic sings, gravelly.“So tired from the fight.”
Dom’s normal voice does things to me I won’t admit but when he’ssinging?It’s the most beautiful and most arousing thing I’ve ever heard.
“If you can’t find the strength to go on another day; and your back’s against the wall.”The words go straight to my soul, Dom’s drawl mixing in with the artist’s.
“I’ll walk through every fire. Stand tall there right beside ya, be the one to get ya through.”Dom rumbles, making my toes curl.
I don’t move, unable to move, as he sings.
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do,”Dom promises, quietly.“I’d go to war for you.”
I close my eyes andfeelevery word that pours out of his mouth. I would listen to him for millennia, forever frozen in time if I could.
“I’d go to war for you.”Dominic finishes, his voice trailing off. Another song comes on but Dom doesn’t continue.
“Did I wake you?” Dom kisses the inside of my neck.
“Yes, but don’t you dare apologise because that was the best wake up call ever.”
Dominic chuckles, nuzzling his face into my neck before exhaling deeply. I snuggle back against him.
“It’s so quiet.” I realise.
“The guys are probably still asleep. My music’s programmed to turn on at six. I like to get up before everyone when it’s nice and quiet,” Dom tells me.
“It is peaceful,” I admit. Dom hums, agreeing with me.
We stay there, lost in time.
We hear the guys start moving around in the kitchen but neither of us makes a move to get up.
Feeling stiff, I arch my back, pressing up against the hard wall behind me.
Dom groans when my ass lines up with his junk.
“Oops, sorry.” I snicker.
“Tease.” Dom growls, playfully. I almost do it again, just for that reaction but an odd noise stops me.
“Is that someone leaving?” I ask Dom. We listen to the sound of the roller door opening and a car engine slowly gets quieter.
“Yeah,” Dom responds, sounding confused. I feel him shrug, dismissing it.
I roll over in his arms, spying his tattoos. The ink reminds me of what we did last night.
Dom’s eyes roam over me. He smiles, lazily. “I like seeing you in my shirt.”
“I had to get up last night and mine did not cover everything,” I tell him. Dom’s eyes travel down my body and my lips part in response to his deep gaze.
A smile plays on his lips before his head dips. I melt into his kiss.
Emotion storms in his eyes—most likely identical to mine. I’m feeling so many things but not regret. I could never regret him—any of them.
