"Your skin's so soft and clear," she whispered close enough to his face her breath touched his lips.

With his eyes locked on hers, he whispered in response, "I wash my face."

In a chuckle she shoved him and said, "It makes you look like you have a baby face. And your blue eyes." Her eyes flashed to his but only briefly as nerves flipped her stomach. It was the perfect opportunity for an actual kiss that she hoped he'd deliver, but she didn't want to beg for it.

"I don't wash those." He grinned, and when she laughed, almost pulling away, his hand slid over her hip and his arm wrapped around her back, pulling her against him. "Your smile makes me feel happy."

Their lips were almost touching and when her eyes closed, he went for it, softly pressing his mouth to hers, but before he could part hers with his tongue, there was a knock at the door.

"Nyla?" her dad called out.

Her eyes sprung wide and her hand flung to her lips before she whipped around to face the door.

"Yeah?" nervously came from her throat.

"I have to go to the bathroom."

"Okay. Just give me a few minutes. I'm not feeling good." She buried her humiliated face in her hands.

"You have the runs again?"

Dom muffled his laugh in the washcloth she used to tend to his face.

"Just give me a little bit," she called back, too mortified to face Dom.

"Try and hurry," her dad grumbled.

"Oh my god," she whispered into her hands, still with her back to Dom. "Oh my god, okay." Slowly turning to face him, he was grinning. "Shut up." She swatted at his chest until she started to giggle. "Stay behind the door a minute, I'm going to get him out of the kitchen, then you can run to my room. After you climb out, make sure you close the screen so Goliath doesn't get out."

The bathroom light flipped off and she cracked the door, peaking into the empty kitchen for her dad before waving Dom to her bedroom then heading toward the living room.

"I'm out," she quietly told her dad who was sitting on the couch with the TV on. "Dad, turn the TV off and get back in bed. Get a few extra hours. It's the weekend."

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled turning the television off and getting to his feet. "You sick? I'm not, so it wasn't from dinner." He followed her into the kitchen.

"I'm fine. Night."

Before she got to her bedroom door, he sternly called her name. After freezing, she slowly turned to face him.

"We need to get you a car. I don't want you walking to work."

"I'll start looking tomorrow, Dad. Night."

"Night," he grumbled closing the bathroom door.

With her heart still racing she walked into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her then leaned back against it while her eyes closed. Hands softly grabbed her face and before she could yelp from the surprise, Dom's lips covered hers. She thought he would have left, but he wasn't leaving without the kiss he'd tried for in the bathroom. Her hands grabbed his wrists while he held her face, studying her lips with his then letting his tongue do the same before entering her mouth and tasting her. He pulled back when she moaned and their eyes stayed locked until a muted sneeze pulled them apart.

"You were cuddling Goliath," she mumbled and he grinned before sneezing again.

"Take my phone number. I usually let Jeff carry my phone around, but if you ever call me and he has it, he'll tell me."

Unsure where she put her cell, she grabbed the notepad from her dresser, and when she opened it to grab a piece of paper, he saw the drawing. The artistic ability was what made him grab it from her hands.

"Dom," she blurted loud enough that she slapped her hand over her mouth, not able to stop him from seeing the picture she drew of him after their first encounter.

"This is me," he said studying the drawing before looking into her embarrassed face. "Did you draw this?"

"It was before. When I saw you that first day. It's not really accurate," she fumbled with her words while reaching for the notepad.

"You're an artist, Nyla," he said, snatching it back from her then began to flip through the pages, impressed by the portraits of her cat, of the scene out her front room window, and the other random art that filled the book. "Can you draw me a picture of you?"

"Of me?" she responded to the strange request.

"For me. Draw me a picture of you for me."

"Yeah, maybe," she muttered while she grabbed the notepad and ripped a clean sheet off. "Here, write down your number." She thrusted a pencil toward him but he was too busy staring into her face to see it. "I'll give you my number too," she offered, to avoid his gaze.

When he took the piece of paper and pencil, he said, "I'll get you to work tomorrow. What time?"

A smile spread her lips and she watched him scratch down his phone number before mumbling, "Noon."

"I'll be here at eleven thirty." He kissed her lips before heading for the window. "Night." A smile filled his face.

As he closed the screen, a quiet sneeze interrupted his smile and he darted around the corner in a hurry to get home.

With a grin across her lips, she clutched her notepad to her chest and fell back onto her bed until Goliath walked across her face, making her laugh and abandon the notepad to cuddle her.

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