Dominic snorted, "I'm from New York; it's not really a surprise if I sound like that."
I moved closer to him until I was sat directly next to him; he removed one hand from behind his head and brought it around to my back where he lazily stroked up and down making me shiver.
"What's New York like? I wanna go there someday, do the whole tourist thing."
Dominic smiled at me. "It's a beautiful city but pretty chaotic. I've lived in the city my entire life, and that's why I like it here so much. We live on the side of the mountain; I mean, how awesome is the view we get to see every day?"
I shrugged. "I've seen that view every day for me entire life, and while it is beautiful, I'd still like to visit New York. Not to live or anythin', just to tour it. I'll live here forever; I'm a small town girl at heart and always will be."
Dominic smirked. "Well, what do you know? I got my fortune told when I was sixteen and the lady said I would find me a nice small town Irish girl."
I blushed and looked away from him. "Stop makin' things up to embarrass me, you eejit."
Dominic chuckled.
I was quiet for a moment until I looked around Dominic's room and noticed how gorgeous it was; his entire house was beautiful. I remembered thinking his family had to be rich in order to live here in Upton back when I first came here, and I now wondered how they could afford it.
"Dominic?" I murmured.
"Hmmm?"
"What do your brothers do for work?" I asked.
He was silent for a moment. "We have a family business but I don't really want to talk about it. It's boring and not important."
I frowned but said, "Okay."
Dominic then used the hand on my back to reach around and grip my waist so he could pull me down next to him. I settled beside him even though I was stiff as a board.
"Relax, I may want to tear your clothes off but I won't… unless you ask me to."
I slapped Dominic's chest making him yelp and me laugh.
"Oh, shut up! You get kicked around the fightin' circle at Darkness; my slaps don't hurt!"
Dominic kissed the crown of my head while rubbing where I hit him with my hand. "Firstly, I don't get kicked around the circle, I do the kicking around, and-"
"You do get hurt a lot though," I cut him off with a grin.
Dominic raised an eyebrow at me. "I get bruises here and there, but they can't be avoided. I don't care how good of a fighter you are, you never leave a circle without some sort of swelling and bruising. Anyone who tells you different is lying to make themselves look better than they are."
I rolled my eyes at him when he poked my side. "Anyway, I could be weak as hell and still pin your tiny self."
I barked with laughter and sat upright, looking down at him. "I'm not small-"
"You weigh forty pounds less than me and you're a foot shorter. You're a tiny thing, pretty girl."
I glared at him. "I'm not a whole foot shorter-"
"Branna said you're five foot three. I'm six foot three, so that is a whole foot," Dominic cut me off with a grin.
I shook my head and stared at him. "You're really six foot three?"
Dominic nodded, and I let out a puffy breath of air. "Lads grow until they're twenty-one, you're eighteen… what if you get even taller?"
Dominic laughed. "The tallest I'll get to be is six foot four. Alec is six foot four and so are Ryder and Kane. Dame is an inch shorter than me at six foot two."
I shook my head. "You're all so tall while me and Branna are short. That's not fair!"
He laughed. "I like that you're shorter than me, makes you more adorable."
I growled at him. "Six foot three or not, you call me adorable again, and I'm gonna pound the head off you."
Dominic smirked. "Which head?"
"Dominic!"
He burst out laughing and pulled me back down next to him. I put my arms over his stomach and gave him a little squeeze.
"You're actually really nice to cuddle. I thought the muscles would make it uncomfortable," I mumbled.
Dominic snorted and started to stroke my back again. "It would be uncomfortable if I tensed, you would feel them more then, but not so much now, I'm too relaxed to try and flex."
I chuckled as I ran my finger over his abs, I could feel the outline of each one through his t-shirt.
"You like my stomach?" Dominic asked me.
"Why?"
"'Cause you're rubbing it with your fingers," he said in an amused tone of voice.
I shrugged but didn't answer him.
I sat back a little when Dominic moved under my head and hand. He sat up, shrugged out of his shirt and lay back down.
"There you go, trace away," he said and lay back down, his hands gone back to behind his head.
I stopped breathing and just stared.
His biceps, triceps, and the rest of his 'ceps were flexed now, and it was making me want to lick him all over. I moved my eyes to his tattoo and had to shift because the sight of it made my insides quiver.
"I thought you said you were too relaxed to flex."
"Your fuck-me-now look changed my mind." Dominic grinned.