“Christ, Zo.”
“Answer me.”
The couch dips, and I hear him take in a strained breath. This version of Dominik feels very real tonight. That, or I’ve overdone it with the alcohol again.
“You were the one thing I wanted desperately but was told I could never have. And when you showed up that night, it felt like we could begin again without our past getting in the way. I couldn’t stop myself then, and I can’t stop myself now. There isno stopping this. But I can’t force you into it. You have to come to me on your own.”
Dream Dominik is saying words I’m not prepared to hear. Words that are meaningless in reality, because if he truly felt that way, he wouldn’t have waited so long to tell me. Real Dom is just sorry he got caught in all the lies.
There is no stopping this.
“There is no ‘this,’” I say, pointing blindly in the air. “I’m not yours.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, little butterfly. You’ve always been mine. You belong to me.”
I want to yell at him, but my eyelids feel so heavy right now. A second later, I feel my body being hoisted up, tucked against Dominik as he carries me away. He smells so good, like cedar and Irish Spring soap. Forget the toilet and the vodka bottle. I want to cuddle with him tonight, right after I get a little taste.
What happened to hating him?
It feels nice this way, taking a break in my dream to not hate a ridiculously gorgeous man. Who I now know is the only man responsible for the best sex of my life. Sometimes, I tire of being angry. Sometimes, I just want to think about Dominik’s cock stretching me. For just tonight, I want to feel like I belong to him.
You’ve always been mine.
Just another drunken dream night.
“Then show me how I’m yours.”
“Fuck,” he whispers, his grip tightening around me.
“You’re so prettyyyyy. It’s just ridiculously unfair.” The words feel heavy on my tongue as I hear them float into the air. “Do you know how unfair that is? I’ve never told you that before because I don’t want to feed your massive ego, but you’re in my dream, so it doesn’t count. You’re pretty. So fucking pretty, it hurts.”
Dream Dominik says nothing, but I hear a slight chuckle as I rest my head against his chest while we float through the house.
“Have you had any food?” He sounds distant.
I shake my head as my body rests on a piece of cloud. Opening my eyes, I watch Dominik sit on the edge of the fluffy, white cloud as he takes off my shoes.
“Are you going to touch me now?”
He looks up at me, shocked. “No.”
I huff, turning my face and closing my eyes again. “That’s rude. Why are you being so rude to me tonight? Don’t you want me?”
“I always want you,” he breathes. “But not like this. Not when you won’t even remember me tomorrow.”
“You’re hard to forget. I wish that wasn’t the case, but sadly…it is.” I sigh. “Besides, it’s not like my remembering stopped you before.”
I feel his body shift. “You didn’t want it last time?”
I could lie, tell him he forced himself on me, but that would be entirely untrue. Because that night in his apartment, I wanted it more than he did. If he opened up to me, I would have fucked him until sunrise.
“I wanted it. I think about it all the time. Think about you.”
“I thought you hated me.”
Vodka has a funny way of wiping out all the filters in my brain. Words don’t even require a processing time. They just shoot right out of my mouth.
“Yes, I do, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting you. I’ll never tell you that. Dream you is fine because in the morning, I’ll wake up, and none of this will be real. We’ll go back to hiding from and hating one another.”
