Page 12 of Breaking Free
I sit on the bench behind me to put on my socks and shoes while he towers over me. “Look, I’m not sure when I’m gonna come out. I have zero plans on how to do it, so I don’t need you here trapping me against lockers and looking at me like you’ve seen me naked.”
“But I have.” He grins.
I huff. “It won’t happen again. I only let it happen because you weren’t from here, but here you are. A fucking thorn in my side already.”
“I could be a prick in your ass if you want. Maybe your mouth.”
“Do you not listen?” I exclaim, standing up.
His large hand lands on my shoulder and shoves me back down as he stands in front of me. I look up at him, shellshocked, and then he runs his fingers through my hair. “But you look so good like this,” he says, his voice low and husky. “Looking up at me with those green eyes and parted lips, like you’re just waiting for me to tell you what to do. Admit it, you enjoyed yourself with me.”
I open my mouth to say something even though I have no idea what to tell him. He’s not wrong, but there’s no way I’m admitting that to him.
He doesn’t give me time to argue, because the hand that was in my hair quickly curves around my cheek and his thumb pushes between my lips. On instinct, like I don’t have a mind of my own, I close my mouth around it and suck gently.
Dominic smirks, victorious. “I knew it.”
Annoyance and frustration—not only with him but with myself—blooms and explodes, and with all the strength I can muster, I push him back after jolting to my feet, making him stumble into the lockers.
But of course he isn’t offended or mad. He just gives me a crooked smile.
“Hey, y’all coming to Nicola’s?” Marcus asks, walking in from the shower room.
“Nicola’s?” Dom questions.
“It’s a pizza parlor. A group of us are heading over. You should come. Get to know everyone a little better.”
I like Marcus, but all I want to do is punch him in the mouth for telling Dominic about our plans.
I slam my locker closed. “I’ll see you there, Marcus.”
I’ve only taken a handful of strides before I hear Dominic’s voice say, “Yeah, me too.”
Outside, I walk with purpose as I head to my car, but Dominic follows. “Hey, think you could give me a ride?”
“No.”
He laughs. “Come on.”
“Definitely no.”
“How am I supposed to get there?”
“I’m sure you have a car, don’t you?”
“Not today. I needed to leave it with someone.”
“Sounds like a lie.”
“It’s not.”
It takes several minutes to get to the parking lot and Dominic continues to walk with me in silence until I stop at my red Mazda CX-30. I unlock it and throw my stuff in the backseat, doing my best to ignore his very large presence.
I open the driver’s side door and see his ridiculous faux pout and pleading hands on the other side.
“Get in and don’t talk to me.”
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