He heads for the door, but at the last second Dominique stops him. “Yo!”
He waits until Aaron turns to face him. “If something comes up, you call. You hear me?”
More silent communication passes between them, and damn, is that sort of creepy. I know Aaron and Dominique are friends. Best friends now. But it’s like they have their own language, and there is seriously something going on with my brother that definitely has nothing to do with my swimsuit.
Chapter Fourteen
And then there were two. Aaron leaves to go boarding, leaving me and a very shirtless Dominique behind. Right. Clothes. He needed clothes. Which meant I needed clothes. Gah.
I head for my bedroom, conscious of Dominique’s silent steps behind me. Once inside, I head for my dresser and pull out a pair of yoga pants and a sweater. I look down at the shirt. I don’t want to give it back. It’s soft and comfy and it smells like him. Like cinnamon and sandalwood and yum.Oh my god.I can not believe I thought that. Not keeping the shirt. I am not that girl and no, I am not hung up on him. Just no. He’s an asshole. An inconsiderate, domineering jerkface.
I pull it over my head and hold it out to Dominique, who’s just standing there. Staring. It’s the first time I’ve gotten a good look at his front and yeah, it's just as good as the back. Better actually, which is completely unfair.
His chest is wide, sculpted. He has abs that should be illegal. And those lines ... you know the ones.
I want to trail my fingers over those lines, lick his hip bone, stroke his abs. Wait. No. Fuck. I do not want to do any of those things.Come on, Kasey, get it together.
Alright then. I am not keeping the shirt and he really needs to put it on and leave. I cannot be around him right now. I think the sun addled my brain or something.
“Take it,” I say, and give the shirt in question a little shake.
He’s not looking at the shirt though. He’s looking at me. And the look in his eyes isn’t an innocent one. It’s the same look he gave me in the classroom. Heated. Hungry.Fuck.I drop the shirt.
“Christ.” He runs a hand over his head. “That thing is fucking indecent.”
I look down at myself and yeah, he’s not wrong, but neither was Quinn. I’m glad she offered me the swimsuit. Once I got over the shock of the thing, I decided I liked it. I don’t care what anyone else thinks.
I’ve never had a hard time getting a guy's attention, present company not included, but I’m attractive in a cute sort of way. Not beautiful. Not hot or sexy. Just, cute. I have round cheeks, curly blond hair, bright blue eyes and one of those faces that people look at and think to themselves,she’s cute.
This swimsuit takes me from cute to sexy and I’m not going to lie, I like it. I like feeling sexy, and as much as I hate to admit it, I like the way Dominique is looking at me while I’m in it. Which, yes, I know that’s bad. It’s the sun. Totally blaming the sun for my crazy stupid thoughts right now because I shouldn’t like the way he’s looking at me. In fact, I should be snapping at him for it. But I’m not. I need to steer us back onto safe ground.
“Thanks for the unsolicited opinion,” I tell him.
“Put that back on.” He nods to the shirt.
“Pass. I don’t take orders from assholes.”
His eyes narrow. “Put on the shirt.”
“No. In case you didn’t notice, Kappa Mu is having a party. One I plan on getting back to and enjoying. You should have left with Aaron, but since you didn’t, I’ll be nice and let you borrow my car. But I’m going to go have fun.” I’d breeze past him out the door if he wasn’t still blocking it, but because he is, I lean back against my dresser and fold my arms over my chest to wait.
His jaw tics.
“Put on the shirt, Kasey.”
“No.”
“Dammit. Put on the fucking shirt.”
“Make me, asshole.”
Okay, that last comment, probably not a great choice of words. Dominique closes the distance between us. Capturing my hips in his hands, he jerks me to him.
“Why do you always have to fight me on shit?”
I give him an incredulous look. “You’re kidding, right?”
His nostrils flare.
