I walked into the house and flopped down onto the couch next to Dom, leaning against him without even saying anything. He didn't ask, either, just wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer. It still amazes me, how he just knows….
It'd been almost a week since Jamie stormed outta Jerry's, and I hadn't really talked to her since then. I tried, but I didn't know what to say to her, and she wasn't exactly anxious to talk to me.
It was just all fucked up. What was I supposed to tell her? That Vince would be the perfect guy to pop her cherry? I wasn't gonna lie to her….
'Course, there prolly weren't too many people who would have told me Dom was the perfect guy for me to give it up to, either, at least not if I was looking for more than one night…. Christ, all the bitches he used to fuck…. One time I walked in on him and Tina Rodriguez, and lemme tell you, it didn't do anything to get rid of the crush I had on him. Guess I've still got a crush on him, kinda. Still get that giddy feeling in my gut when I see him – most of the time, at least. Guess that's a good sign.
I rested my head against Dom's chest, just breathing in his scent, trying to relax. Mia thinks it's gross, but I love the smell of his sweat. Pheromones, according to my Bio teacher, Ms. Fletcher.
I couldn't even tell you exactly what he smells like, just that it makes me feel…safe, I guess. I know I can take care of myself, but when Dom holds me I feel like I don't have to worry 'bout that kind'a shit, and I like it. Not that I'd ever admit that to anybody, 'cept maybe him. I can see it now, all the shit the guys would try to give me over that…..
"Why don't we go to bed…" he suggested, not even really giving me a chance to answer before he scooped me up into his arms, carrying me up the stairs like I was a little kid or something.