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In your heart of hearts, if you didn’t have to choose, would you?”
“It’s okay to want his dick, baby, I’ll watch it go inside you and fucking love the view, and the savage it’ll make me.”
“I don’t want to… The way I feel about you, hurting you is the last thing I want. But if you’re debating on a choice, on choosing, I’m telling you right now you don’t have to. Unless you want to, and in that case, I hope it’s me.” I
“Coffee, black,” I say, and he takes it. I push the plate through. “Eggs, runny. Peas, ice cold.” I shove my hand through the door last. “Woman?” I leave both the question and my hand hanging in the air. “Woman?” I wave it back and forth, a smile on my face. Chuckling, he pulls me into his room and onto his lap where he sits at his computer desk, his breakfast situated to the side of his keyboard.
We’re currently in a fight he doesn’t even know about, but I don’t let that deter me.
“I’m driving. Show some restraint, woman. And we’re never alone.”
“I will drive this car someday, Dominic. Bet on it.”
“Are you ever going to tell me why you didn’t like me at first?” “Who says I like you now?”
I switch gears. “Do you ever get jealous?” He keeps my eyes, his voice even. “No.” “Why?” “Because he can give you the things I can’t.”
“You are in.”
“Don’t waste good words on me.” He muffles my objection. “It’s okay, Cecelia. I’m as close to happy as a man like me deserves.”
“As you should,” Mom chimes in, “but just know, the picture in your head might not match your reality. There are very few men worth the hell they put you through. So be very careful about who you give your heart and body to. They might eventually take more than you can handle.”
