I’d known Dom long enough now that it shouldn’t have been a surprise.
Drawing back from him, I shuffled until my spine hit the armrest.
“This was a mistake,” I gasped, quickly fastening up my trousers.
“Harry, hang on.” He reached out, his fingers clasping my wrist. I looked down at him, gathering myself, putting on my ‘business face’, as he called it. “I just wanted to make you feel good,” he said. “You deserve it after the day you've had.”
Everything I felt for him was washed away as I pulled my wrist from his grasp. I shot up from the sofa, eyes wide with panic at what I’d just done. The slow thud of my heart ripped through me, disgust and guilt taking me over. “I think I need to go,” I said hoarsely as I stepped away from him, spying my jacket by the door.
“Harry, wait. What are you doing?” He sounded as shocked as I felt, but I didn’t believe it any more. I shouldn’t have believed him from the start. I’d made such a stupid mistake.
I shook my head. I couldn’t even look at him.
I turned my back on him, rushing to the door as fast as I could. It hurt even more that he didn't get up or try to stop me again. Until his pained voice cut through me.
“Would you believe me if I said that kiss meant the fucking world to me?”
I froze, spinning around to meet his gaze. He looked at me with the same dark expression he'd captured me with so many times.
But I refused to be another body for him to fuck and throw away. Even when he said something I desperately wanted to hear.
I moved back from him, my cock still hard, twisting before he had the chance to stop me.
“Harry, wait!” But I slammed the door behind me, praying he wouldn't follow.
I told myself that it would be fine, that I could handle it, but his moans were too needy, and his touch was too gentle.
I had to sort myself out. Fantasising was one thing, but, as far as anyone was aware, I was engaged. I wasn't the only person to blame. He knew I was engaged, and yet we had gone that far.
I grit my jaw as I forced myself to leave the building before I turned around and carried on with the biggest mistake of my life.
Dom
Istared at the door in shock as Harry’s footsteps faded.
Every part of my body was on fire, everything within me screaming at how right it was holding him in my arms. There was nothing else I wanted, but I fucked it up again. I wasn’t even thinking when I told him it didn’t matter, because I didn’t want to know how he felt. I didn’t want him to stop and think about the fact that I was about to suck his cock.
I was fucking useless.
I should have told him how I felt as soon as we kissed. That was my chance, and I fucking blew it.
My heart pounded in my ears as I weighed my choices. How the hell was I supposed to apologise when he wanted it too? He wouldn’t have let me hold him and love on him like that if he didn't.
Why the fuck couldn't I act right when it was important? At least with Harry?
I lifted a hand to my mouth, covering my lips with my palm, squeezing my cheeks with my fingertips.
There was no denying it, and I hated that the hope pouring through me drowned out everything else that said I needed to back the fuck off.
But I had to do something. I couldn’t just let him run off thinking that I didn’t give a shit about him.
I shot forwards, grabbing the handle, flinging open the door as I grit my teeth. There was a spare key under the mat, and I didn't care about getting locked out when I was losing him.
It was only one flight of stairs to reach him. Twenty seconds at most.
I took them two at a time, slamming my shoulder into the wall at the bend. As soon as I laid eyes on the empty foyer, I tripped. My heart flew into my throat as I stumbled, jumping down the last four steps to awkwardly land at a bad angle and fold my ankle.
This wasn't how it was meant to go. It was supposed to be a valiant chase after my love. So what the fuck was I doing dragging myself to my feet and bolting across twenty yards of the foyer to slap my hand against the glass doors?