"I'm glad," Dominic said as he sat next to me.
I looked at him and frowned. "Do you have a first aid kit?" I asked.
He raised his uncut eyebrow and nodded before he got up and went to his bathroom.
He had one connected to his room!
He came back out with a small first aid kit, sat back beside me, and handed me the kit. I put my ice pack down and stood up; I opened the kit, took out a cleaning gauze and a small bottle of purified water. I soaked the gauze then leaned towards Dominic.
"Stay still," I murmured before I began wiping around his cut eyebrow.
He hissed a little, and it made me smile.
"I'm nearly done, princess."
Dominic snorted and hissed at the same time. He remained still while I wiped away all the dry blood from his face. The cut on his eyebrow was only a little deep and was already clotted, so I just put a clear plaster over it. Then I picked up my ice pack and placed it on his face.
"Thank you," he murmured.
I nodded. "You're welcome."
Those words were the first nice things we had ever said to one another without being sarcastic.
Holy shite!
Dominic lifted his hand and placed it on top of mine on his ice pack. I froze and looked into his eyes, wondering what he was doing. I started to sweat when his other hand touched my back and pulled me close to him. My heart picked up its pace and began to pound into my ribs.
"Dominic, what are you doin'?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"Why do you call me Dominic?" he asked me, ignoring my question and my trembling.
My mind was getting all mushy, and my stomach was fluttering with butterflies.
"Because it's your name."
He grinned. "Everyone calls me Nico though, only my brothers call my Dominic."
I shrugged. "I'm not like everyone else."
He pulled me closer to him then.
"You torment me," he whispered to me. His scent filled my nose making me feel a little lightheaded.
"You started it," I snapped through my slight swaying.
He grinned at me and said, "I don't mean it like that; I mean you do torment me on a daily basis, but you torment me constantly, day and night."
I just looked at him in confusion which made him laugh.
"Bronagh, you get under my skin, you make me crazy," he clarified.
What? How is that possible?
I ignored him as much as I could at school and when he got too close to me, I physically and verbally assaulted him. I'm not saying I'm proud of it… but I'm also not saying I wouldn't do it again.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Did you bring me up here just to tell me how much I annoy you? Because if you did, you could have done it back at school and saved me walkin' all the way up here."
He kissed me!
Correction, he was currently kissing me.
I opened my mouth to protest but instead of words leaving my mouth, I moaned, and a warm, wet tongue entered. I dropped my hand away from the ice pack and Dominic caught it and grabbed my other hand and pulled me onto him. I then felt his hands go under my school skirt and land on the back of my bare thighs before he hoisted me up onto him.
I gasped and then groaned when he nibbled on my bottom lip. He positioned me so I was straddling him. His left arm was tightly wrapped around my waist while his right arm was lower, and I found out why it was lower down when his hand slid around my right arse cheek.
"Dominic!"
I was shocked in myself at how that came out; it was meant to be sobering, but it sounded like a soft moan.
Dominic growled into my mouth, then he captured it with another kiss. My hands found their way to his hair, and when I twisted my fingers around his dark locks he stood up with me still wrapped around him. He turned us and lay me down on the bed with his body hovering over me.
I know this wasn't my first kiss, but it felt like it was because all I could do was feel, and I felt so good with Dominic kissing me.
He stopped kissing me long enough to sit up and pull his t-shirt from his body. I blew out a breath when I caught sight of his toned and tanned chest followed by his visible abs and very visible V line. He must work the fuck out too!
My eyes flicked to his right side and I groaned; he had a tribal tattoo curling from his ribs around to his back and up onto his shoulder. It looked like it wasn't finished though and that it was going to be a tribal tattoo sleeve down the length of his right arm.
Jesus, help me.
"Sit up," Dominic ordered, his voice husky.
I did, and when he lifted my school jumper from my body and starting unbuttoning my school shirt, I didn't stop him. My mind was literally screaming that this wasn't right, and I wasn't the type of girl to do this stuff with someone I didn't really know. My body replied with a simple 'fuck you' and won the battle.
"So fucking hot," Dominic growled when he pulled my shirt away from me.