Page 82 of Breaking Free
I can’t hear him from here, but I know he’s kept his hand on Dominic’s arm and has gotten a little too close to his body for my liking.
Renzo and Jay get my attention. Renzo’s brows are furrowed as he jerks his head in Dom’s direction, basically telling me to step in. Jay’s wide eyes bounce between us. More people have noticed Mr. Stripes talking to Dominic. Fucking Tim mutters something about Dom being able to get some tonight.
I watch Dom shake his head slightly, giving this guy a polite smile. He’s probably trying to let him down easy, but this guy grabs his hand and tugs it near his cock.
The fucking audacity.
I storm across the circle and break the grip he has on Dominic’s hand, scowling at the guy in stripes. “He’s with me,” I say between gritted teeth.
His brows raise in surprise, and he lifts his hands in defeat before he spins around and leaves. I look up at Dominic who’s watching me with a shocked and somewhat amused expression.
I slowly turn my head and find every set of eyes on us. Guess I made a bigger scene than I thought. I didn’t even think about what I was doing, but I was not about to have this random guy try to make Dominic touch his dick. Even if most of them couldn’t hear what I said, the action in itself says enough.
I slip my hand in Dominic’s and turn to face him. His eyes search mine, asking if I know what the hell I’m doing. I slide my other hand across his jaw and press my lips against his.
It’s not a long kiss, just a simple peck, but it gets the message across.
I face the sea of confused, shocked, and few happy faces. In a loud voice, I say, “Yes, I’m gay, and me and Dominic are together.”
Eyes seek out other eyes, wondering if they heard it right. Dominic squeezes my hand.
“I’m gonna assume most of you don’t have a problem with that,” Dom says. “But if you do, you can get the fuck over it.”
Jay laughs. “That’s what I’m saying.”
After a few more seconds of silence, Shea says, “Man, whatever. Just as long as y’all can still win us some football games.”
Deshawn shrugs. “Don’t matter to me. Not my business.”
“Cars are here,” Dex announces.
“Let’s go,” I say, and Dominic drapes a heavy arm over my shoulders as we walk out.
“You’re doing it again,” he mutters.
“What’s that?”
“Making me feel things.”
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Lily Pad is nearly as packedas Toast was, but in here you see more same-sex pairings, and to be honest, it’s a nice sight.
Like at Toast, the first thing we all do is order a bunch of shots, then people spread out—either heading to the dancefloor, or finding a table to sit at. And since everybody knows about me and Dominic now, we’re able to sit next to each other and touch like any other couple.
When a sultry slow song comes on, Dominic leans over and whispers in my ear, “Wanna dance?”
I jolt back and look him in the eye to see if he’s serious. “For real?”
He holds my gaze. “Why not?”
My eyes bounce around. It’s not like we’d be the only same-sex couple slow dancing, but I guess I’m still trying to break the chains that keep me tied to other people’s opinions. The guys on the team are here, and even though they know and didn’t react negatively, I guess there’s still a fear of judgement.
“Come on, Campbell,” he says, grabbing my hand. “It’s just me and you. Don’t worry about anyone else.”
I go with him, sliding out of the booth and following him to the other side of the dancefloor. He wraps his arms around my waist and I let mine entwine around the back of his neck, and we sway to the music.
“This is nice,” I say.