I seriously need to stop complimenting him in my head and start becoming physically repulsed by him.
“She’s being a goof. Anyway, what are you both doing here?”
Dom’s good looks are enhanced by his tight jeans and a perfectly fitting sweater that showcases his tight chest. His peacoat is unbuttoned, and his hair is slightly damp from a recent shower. Now I’m picturing him naked in the shower.
Stop it.
“I needed to see my butterfly. I hope it’s okay we dropped in unannounced.”
Did he just say the words, “my butterfly?” I watch Aaron glance over at him, his brows furrowed in confusion.
Yes, I’m just as puzzled. This is completely out of my element. We did not rehearse or discuss any of this. This visit was meant for Tracy, not him being all romantic to me in front of everyone else. I hate the attention.
I think my lip is twitching, trying to form a thoughtful smile, but my brain won’t allow it.
“Oh, you!” I smack his shoulder, forcing out a laugh. Aaron doesn’t miss my awkwardness.
Dominik’s smile widens as he delicately guides my hand to his lips. His soft kisses against my skin spark a whirlwind of sensations within me. Though I should resist, I can’t help but savor the impact he has on me. That is the thing I despise the most: the way I seem to gravitate toward him.
The way my body reacts to him without me wanting it to.
I’ve been trying not to think about the way he stood up for me to Aaron or the fact that he checked in on me when I woke up hungover, left me a glass of water and painkillers. I woke up with a splitting headache and fuzzy feelings floating around my head. Memories of something distant I couldn’t place.
There was too much Gray Goose involved for me to even attempt to remember the dreams I had that night. All I know is I somehow stripped and put myself to bed. That was a first for meand somewhat of a red flag that I was getting a little too good at being a drunk.
I’ve always been in favor of using whatever means necessary to numb my emotions, but I don’t want to take this too far. Which is why I haven’t reached for any alcohol since that night.
“Of course it’s okay! You’re welcome anytime. I’m sure a few people in the office will want to take a couple of photos. Maybe an autograph. I know I’d love that! My son will be very jealous,” Tracy bursts out.
“We can definitely make that happen. Actually, there is another reason why I wanted to personally stop by. I know I made a huge mess last week, and I wanted to apologize. Maybe hand you these.” Dominik reaches inside his coat pocket and pulls out a small stack of tickets, fanning them out in front of Tracy.
“Oh my… Are you serious?”
Someone needs to remind Tracy to take a breath. She looks like she’s about to pass out.
“Absolutely. Take your son, the whole family. There are even a couple of extra tickets in case you need to bribe some people around here.” Dominik winks, smiling big.
“Holy shit. Those are season tickets,” Via exclaims from behind Tracy.
Dominik winks at her next. I catch a glimpse of Via transforming shades, similar to fall’s changing days. What is it about this guy that makes everyone lose themselves? He’s not that special, sheesh.
“Your name was added to the VIP list. You can come to any game with Zoe.”
“What?!” Via shrieks.
“Wow,” I mutter under my breath. I wonder what else I can pull out of him, since he seems to be dead set on apologizing for God-knows-how-long.
Next thing I know, I’m being strangled from behind. “Thank you. I love you so much.”
“I thought you were disowning me after today,” I mutter.
“Shut up,” Via hisses in my ear.
“This is all so generous, Dominik,” Tracy coos, looking at the stack of tickets in her hands.
“Don’t mention it. I’m sorry again for the mess.”
Tracy glances up, blushing again. “What mess?”
