A feminine voice cuts through his words, slicing them with intent until he mumbles a goodbye to her.
Whoever she is.
“Look, I get it. You’re good at being the guy people lean on. But this is a mess waiting to happen, and you know it. Didn’t you think about what I said at the party?”
All damn weekend.
“I didn’t make a move. I didn’t even think about it. Well, okay, I thought about it, but I didn’t do anything. And her lips were right fucking there. Like right in my face.”
Dominic sighs again.
I wait for him to call me an idiot a second time.
“I thought we agreed that this was bad news. That you’re going to stop chasing. You said you don’t like the climb, yet you got your mountaineer gear on.”
“I mean . . .”
I shrug, knowing he’s not wrong.
But she felt so right.
“Just stay out of her personal space from now on, alright? You said you’re already skating on thin ice with her. Weren’t you supposed to be apologizing? You mentioned something about that, or am I just making that up in my mind?”
“I was trying to,” I grunt in response, my frustration bubbling under the surface. “It’s not that simple. She’s hot and smart. Her dad is a fucking legend, and don’t even get me started on that. It’s a long ass story, but I’m waiting for them at the urgent care.”
“What the fuck?”
“I know I messed up, but fuck, she needed me, her dad did, too, and I’m not not helping a legend.”
“You’re an even bigger moron than the twins. And that’s saying a lot.”
That’s uncalled for. I open my mouth to tell him so, but he keeps on.
“Make it simple. Stop thinking with your micro dick. Focus on getting the credits you need to graduate. And leave her the fuck alone. Don’t screw this up by getting caught up in whatever this is.”
I let the words sink in, my gut plummeting into my balls with a nauseating feeling. My jaw tightens as I stare at the tiled floor.
“Yeah.”
“And get the fuck out of the urgent care. Shit’s a place for germs and emotions. Neither do you want.”
“But I drove them here. Her dad fell, and she needed me. I?—”
“You already said all that. Let her call a ride. Now get the fuck out of there. Make up some bullshit reason and jet, got it?”
“I guess,” I mutter when he makes it sound so easy.
“Good.”
The line clicks dead.
I lower the phone and lean back again. My hands rest on my thighs as I try to piece everything together. Dominic’s right. Don’t get caught up in this. But he wasn’t here for that look and how she felt in my arms.
Sure, it’s a mess.
One I should be walking away from. But we have chemistry. And I’m not about to let it go. Even if it fucks up my world and possibly hers. What did he say the other night about what I bring to the table? I haven’t even focused on that because, shit for brains, I have no idea what I bring to her. Nothing other than a shoulder to cry on and a chest to rest her cheek on?
Is that enough?
