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“When I say I love you more, I don’t mean I love you more than you love me. I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us, I love you more than any fight we will ever have. I love you more than the distance between us, I love you more than any obstacle that could try and come between us. I love you the most.”
~Unknown
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I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even realize when Dominic came over and gently took the dirty dishes from my hands. He assured me he would handle it, and without another word, I quickly made my way upstairs.
The past week had been a whirlwind of sexual tension. Every touch, every kiss from him felt like a torment, stirring feelings I wasn’t sure I was ready to handle. I was acting so unlike myself, losing my composure in ways that felt foreign to me. And then, there were the moments when I caught him adjusting himself, the awkwardness hanging in the air, though I always pretended not to notice. I knew how sexually driven Dominic was, how demanding he could be in bed. Yet, to my surprise and relief, he hadn’t said anything and I was grateful for that, because as much as the tension lingered between us, I still wasn’t ready for that.
After a long shower, I slipped into the first thing I could find and lay down on the bed, hoping sleep would come. But no matter how many times I tossed and turned, the sleep didn't come. My mind was too restless, filled with emotions I wasn’t quite ready to face.
Finally, giving up on sleep, I grabbed the matching robe to my nightdress, wrapped it around me, and made my way downstairs. The house was quiet, but as I neared the kitchen, I noticed the light was still on.
With a racing heart, I walked into the kitchen and found Dominic sitting on a stool, a glass of wine in his hand. The bottle next to him was already half-finished. His shoulders were tense, his eyes distant, as if he was lost in his own thoughts.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to approach him or leave him in peace, but something about the way he looked made me take a step forward.
I took a deep breath and stepped further into the kitchen, the sound of my soft footsteps breaking the silence. Dominic glanced up, his eyes locking with mine. For a moment, neither of us spoke, the air between us thick with unspoken words and lingering tension.
"You’re still awake?" His voice was low, a mixture of surprise and something else I couldn’t quite place.
"I couldn’t sleep," I admitted, tightening the robe around me as I moved closer. "What about you? Why are you sitting here, drinking alone?"
He looked down at his glass, swirling the wine before taking another sip. "Just thinking," he muttered, not offering more. I sat down across from him, folding my hands in my lap, trying to find the right words.
"Dominic," I began softly, "what’s on your mind?"
He hesitated, his jaw tightening before he finally spoke. "You."
"Me?" I frowned in confusion, my heart racing as I tried to process his words.
He looked at me, and our eyes met. There, in the depths of his gaze, I saw a burning passion that made my breath catch.
"Yes, you," he said, his voice low and filled with need. "I want you, Victoria. I want you so damn much, and I know you’re not ready, but God knows how badly I want you." His eyes darkened with longing as he continued. "It’s been years since I last had you—whole, soul, and body."
His words hung in the air, heavy and filled with desire, and for a moment, I didn’t know how to respond. The tension between us had been building for days, but hearing him confess his feelings so openly left me speechless.
I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling slightly as I opened my mouth but the words got caught in my throat.
Looking at me, he smiled sadly, a look of misunderstanding crossing his face. "Will you ever love me again, Victoria, like you used to? Will you ever trust me again?"
"I love you, Dominic," I replied softly.
He smiled again, but this time the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He looked me up and down, and then took a deep breath. "God, you are so tempting. You tempt me now, just like you did on our prom night."
I frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"
"Do you remember our prom night?" he asked, his voice taking on a softer tone.
"Yes," I nodded, recalling the memory.
"You were wearing that red dress, looking so painfully gorgeous," he said, his eyes darkening with memory.
I couldn’t help but tease him. "And still, you left me and changed your partner at the last moment." I said with a hint of complaint.
He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Yes, I did. But not because I wanted to. I was on the verge of losing control, Victoria. If I hadn’t changed my partner that night, I would’ve jumped on you like a hungry wolf."
I laughed, shaking my head in disbelief. "You’re lying."
"Why would I lie, sweetheart?" he asked, his tone serious but filled with affection. "I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember, and that night... you were driving me crazy. But I was afraid, afraid I’d lose control and scare you away."
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