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“He hates when people call him Dominic, babe.”
Here’s the worst thing about having an enemy: they’re always in your head. Not in a good way. No. It’s more of an angry, unhealthy obsession.
“It’s nice to know you’ve been thinking of me, Sloane.”
“Don’t get too excited, Dominic. You’re always at the front of my mind when I’m contemplating murder.”
OOP stunned
“I guess your thoughts of me went a little further than plotting my murder. Sounds like you took a nice little trip down memory lane too.”
AHAH okay banter, i see ittt
“What she is”—he says brusquely—“is someone you will never touch again. In fact, you won’t even think about what it was like to touch her. If you do, I’ll find you and I will fucking end you.”
“Do you want me to go to jail, Sloane? Because that’s exactly what’s going to happen if I let you go and another fucking person in this shit hole touches you tonight.”
“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to finish what you started before you abandoned me for laundry?” “Wrong guy.”
omg 😭🙈
“And here I was thinking you hadn’t paid your phone bill. I guess being an asshole trumps decency every day of the week in your world.”
“Well, they don’t call me Asshole Alexander for nothing.”
NAHHHH their banter >>>
“Do you think it’s wise to take on another nickname at your age? It might start to confuse the other personalities you have floating around in there.”
i canttttt
“Do I need to threaten to physically place you in my car again?” “If you do, I’ll scream bloody murder.”
“It’s adorable that you think you’d be able to get a word out before your ass hits the seat.”
STOP
“Did you need something?” The name and location of the person who put those tears in your eyes.
Although, sometimes a part of me can’t help but feel like he broke them first.
HE BROKE THEM FIRST?
I almost smile; all those instances of being unable to keep my hands off of her have paid off in the most unexpected way: Sloane Kent is used to my touch.
The one that’s hidden the shattered man who watched his best friend fall in love and build a life with the woman who already owned his fucking soul.
“I’m glad to know you are capable of forming those words with your mouth.” “I’m capable of doing a lot of things with my mouth.”
“What have I taken from you without your permission, angel?”
Not him using the nickname 😩😩😩
“I want to kiss you. I need to know if you taste as good as you do in my dreams.”
SCREAMING 😍🥹❤️🩹
“I think, we’re well past the point of discussing whether or not I like you. As for how you feel about me….” He starts moving, forcing me backward until my back collides with the wall. “Well, you could say you hate me right now, and I’d still want you to sit on my face.”
All of them starring my best friend’s wife: the woman I pretended to hate in the light of day but made love to in the darkest corners of my mind every night.
“Use me.”
STOPPP
“I could never hate you, angel,” I whisper against her skin. “I’ve always loved you too much for that.”
I call her my angel because that’s what she is to me. The promise of God’s love in human form, a treasure from heaven walking here on Earth making the lives of every person she meets better.
My best friend is happy. The woman I love is happy. I can live with a shattered heart if it means theirs get to stay whole.
ACHING
“You rented out the entire rooftop just to have dinner with me?”
“I’d do anything to put a smile on your face, Sloane. Just say the word and it’s yours.”
“Dominic, you didn’t…” “I did, and I’d do it again just to see the look on your face when we walked in here and you realized the place was empty.”
🥹
I know the only way I can live through it is if I know you’ll be coming home to me when the day is over.” Home to me. Let her continue to think this is temporary after spending every night sleeping in my arms.
‘Home to me’ 🥹😭❤️🩹
Can you do that, angel?” Can you trust me to take care of your body and your heart? Sloane nods. “Yes.”
Let’s be clear, whatever the price is for being with you, I’ll happily pay it. I’ll give up my soul for a moment of your time. I’ll sell everything I own for a night in your bed. There’s no sacrifice I wouldn’t make to hear you laugh, make you smile, or shield you from pain.”
“Don’t talk about your love for Eric like it’s an obstacle someone has to overcome to be with you. You are who you are because you loved him. Anyone who doesn’t understand that doesn’t deserve to know you.”
“No real man is going to make being with you about erasing what you had with him, and a major part of that is helping you through those hard moments, not making you feel like shit because they happen.”
🥹❤️🩹
“Angel.” He plants a kiss on my lips. “I’m jealous of the wind that gets to blow through your curls.” Another kiss, this time to my jaw. “Of the fabric that gets to hug your curves all day and the moonlight that streams across your skin at night.”
“When I get done, I’ll call you back. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep without your snoring rattling my bones.”
Come home to me.
Home 🥹😭
“You told me to come home, angel.”
“Home. Like this house and the most precious thing in it belongs to me. Is that the case? Do you belong to me?”
It sounds perfect. Like your heart knew just like mine did that there was no turning back.
you’re the only woman who has ever owned any part of me. And it’s always been you, Sloane. For twelve fucking years, you’ve walked around with my soul clutched between the same fingers you wear Eric’s rings on.
I looked at you and thought ‘Finally, someone who’s just as ready to burn the world down as I am,’ but I didn’t question why you wanted to.”
Eric was my better half, but Dom is the mirror image of my soul. The place where all my shadows and every burst of flame are known, understood, and loved.
Dominic: You were in my dreams last night. I wish I could have stayed asleep.
I would’ve read this and FOLDED ngl 😅 Sloane, you are better than me sis
“Sloane Elise Kent, I’ve loved you for a lifetime, pretended to hate you for over a decade, and spent more than my fair share of time thinking the only thing I was destined to do in this life was want you.
“Did you know Eric and I picked these out together?”
No stop this is everything 🥹
I remember the days I used to pray for her smiles, and now I hope I never get used to her looking at me this way.
Ngaw love them ❤️🩹
