But I’m not. Because I’m scared.
He was scared and now he’s afraid to lose me.
We’re all afraid. And I don’t want us to be afraid anymore.
Because I love him too much. No matter how much I don’t want to, it’s never going to change. He’s worked his way into my heart and it won’t forget him any time soon.
“Dom.”
And just like that, my resolve snaps like a flimsy rubber band.
He stops, one foot on the stairs ready to climb.
My body is tugged towards him like an invisible string and I grab into it with everything I have.
My hand shakes as I rest my hand on his back.
“Dom,” I murmur tenderly. I feel Dom tremble beneath my hand.
As he turns, my hand moves with him, curling around to stroke the nape of his neck.
He was the only one who could make me choose emotion over logic before Rory.
I tilt my head up. Dom doesn’t move, just watches me as I press my lips against his. We both groan. God, it’s been so long.
Normally, I give in and relinquish control to Dom immediately but this time I make him work for it.
My hand fists his shirt, keeping him at my level.
I feel Dom fight with himself between his natural dominating nature and wanting to give me what I want. After all, there’s a reason I started the nickname Dom.
Dom growls and takes control. I submit easily and he gently pushes me up against the wall of the stairs, being mindful of my arm.
My free hand weaves through his hair, tugging at the soft strands to force a rumble out of his chest.
After thoroughly kissing the fuck out of me, Dom pulls away. He nips at my ear lobe before burying his face in my neck and exhaling deeply.
I rest my head back against the wall, trying to break through the lust to think clearly.
Dom’s big hand cups my face, resting his forehead against mine.
“Labels.” I remember.
Dom raises one eyebrow, pulling back to look at me.
“I…I need labels,” I tell him. “Whatever they are.”
I can’t do what we did before. I need more.
A broad smile breaks out across his dazzling face.
Dom nods. “Okay, baby.” He kisses me languidly and so soul-hauntingly that I’m left with a desperate need forhim.
“Fucking finally!” Luc cheers, snapping us out of it.
Dom pulls back and I step off of the wall.
Rory looks like she’s tried to stop Luc from interrupting judging by the guilty look on her face.
