Page 60 of Breaking Free

I get up on my elbow and look down at him. “A blip?”

He reaches up and caresses my cheek. “Don’t get mad. I don’t want to be a blip.”

I lay back down and we fall silent for several minutes.

“I’m coming out for myself, because I want to be able to talk about you to friends or family. You—a guy I like enough to want to talk about. If we don’t end up being anything serious, you’ll still be the guy who made me feel something. Who made me not want to hide anymore. That won’t change.”

He’s quiet, and then his arms tighten around me, squeezing me to his side as he kisses my head. “Okay. I can appreciate that.”

We fall asleep shortly after, wrapped around each other. Not a worry in the world.

25

When I wake up,Dominic is knocked out next to me, one arm draped over his head as he lies on his back, and the other hand on my thigh. I grin before I slip away, treading lightly to the bathroom, hoping not to wake him.

After I shower and brush my teeth, I open the door and find him sitting up in bed.

“You should’ve woke me up,” he says with a scratchy voice. “We could’ve saved water and showered together.” His eyes dance over my naked torso, eyeing the towel around my waist.

“Next time.”

A brow arches as he stands up, scratching his head. “I think I like the sound of next time.” He walks in my direction, groping me through the soft cotton that covers my cock when he stops in front of me. I let out a small moan. “I like the sound of that, too.”

“It’s not nice to tease.”

“Who says?”

I bite my lip, grinning. “Everyone.”

“I promise to reward you later,” he says, coming in close and nipping at my neck—at the small pink spot he left on me last night. “Since you’re such a good boy and all.”

I groan. “Fuck. Stop, I’m getting hard already.”

He chuckles, smacking my ass before he heads to the bathroom. “Care if I use it?”

“Go ahead.”

While he’s in there, I get dressed and make my way to the kitchen, pulling some eggs and bacon out. It might be noon, but there’s never a bad time for breakfast.

Once everything is nearly done, Dominic struts out wearing the same clothes from yesterday, but smelling exactly like my soap and shampoo.

“I didn’t use your toothbrush, but I definitely used your floss and mouthwash.”

I chuckle. “Okay.”

“Breakfast?” he muses, coming behind me as I stand near the stove, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Nothing fancy, but food nonetheless.”

“I’ll take it,” he says, grabbing my hips.

His phone rings before I can respond. He steps into the living room as I place the food on the plates.

“Hey. Yeah, I stayed at a friend’s house. No. Yeah, I’m fine. You okay? All right. Yeah, I’ll be there in a couple hours. Okay. Love you.”

After ending the call, he slips the phone back in his pocket and heads toward me. “Sorry. My mom.”

“It’s cool.”