“At least not to her. You gave me hope for a relationship that didn’t exist. Do you understand how cruel that is? I was fighting with my desire to be close to her while discovering how I really felt for you.”
More pain flared on his face as he shuffled closer. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice cracking. “I’m so sorry, Harry. I know how fucked up it was, even when I was doing it. But I just wanted to be closer to you.”
“You’re one of the people who means the most in the world to me, Dom. You didn’t need to hide behind texts like that. How the hell did you even get Molly’s phone in the first place?”
“It was an accident, I swear. I just picked it up by mistake at her going-away party, and then I was off my face the first time we sexted.”
“None of that makes it better.”
“It really doesn’t,” he chuckled. “And the rest of that was totally my choice. I can’t blame that on anyone except me. I’ll keep apologising about that forever if you want me to, handsome. I’ll say sorry a thousand times a day. I just want to be with you, that’s all. If I can lie in bed like this and hear you breathing next me, and share meals together, and do everything we used to, except I get to love you, then I can make sure the only words I ever say from now on are sorry.” He’d edged close enough that he pressed himself against me. Still naked, cock half-hard, it wasn’t the best position to be in when I was trying to clear the air, but he wasn’t hitting on me or trying to distract me. Not yet, anyway.
“I’ll have to decide later. I quite like it when you desperately call my name because you want to come.”
His gaze flashed, and I hoped I knew that look better than anyone. I initiated it though, and I think that made him even more eager, but I still had things to say.
“I refuse to say thank you, but you gave me the push I needed to break up with Molly. I wouldn't have made that change, even after she broke up with me. Though you had to do it in the most fucked up way you could think of.”
He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me, though heaviness swirledin my gut.
“You seriously would have married her? After everything you've told me about your arguments and literally ending things with you, you would have just carried on, business as usual?”
“Maybe,” I replied after a beat. “It was just too much to change. Three years of loving each other is a lot to suddenly give up. And I was comfortable, even though she stressed me out a lot. We had our routine and I didn't want to lose that. But who knows what might have happened when she got back?”
Dom sighed as he pressed his chin against my shoulder. I hadn't failed to notice how he was slowly blanketing me with his bare skin.
“I love you, handsome, but you can be seriously stupid sometimes. Not as bad as me, but still… If you'd told me she'd broken up with you and you were still going to get married, even without me and the phone stuff, you could bet your ass I'd drag you out of there.”
“Without using your cock?”
“I'd make the sacrifice, dammit!” he said as he nipped my shoulder before tracing his lips to my neck.
I turned my head, letting him nuzzle my cheek as I sighed. “Maybe her leaving was too much… I don't know how I would have felt if you hadn't texted me. I just didn't want to lose what I had with her.”
“And what about now?” he asked. I met his sincere gaze, and he was definitely close enough to kiss.
“I'm glad. Not about the process, but I realised I don't want to lose you, more than anyone in my life.”
Dom's response was to curl his fingers around the back of my neck, easing me nearer as I sank into his kiss.
His softness was different to the force he'd taken me with at other times, and I fell for it immediately.
I relaxed under him, and I didn't notice where his other hand was going until he plucked my beer bottle from my hand.
Dom’s kisses grew deeper, our moans carrying us away. Each sweep of his tongue sent me deeper into pleasure, my cock growing hard as he crept even closer, almost sitting on my lap while he hummed.
He pulled back, and I knew what he was going to say, but I got there first.
“So you honestly thought sending me a vibrator during the Summer Gala was the best way to go?” I asked.
He instantly froze as I tilted my head. He groaned as he rolled his eyes.
“I'd pretty much lost it by that point.”
“Clearly.”
“I was going to come to your room and finish the job, if that helps?”
“It doesn't,” I replied flatly.