CHAPTER FIVE
KIM
There was a distance between Dominick and I that was almost palpable. We were in my I'm-mad-at-you routine. I'd cook his meals, we'd eat together, and then we'd both go our separate ways. We had become roommates all over again, the silent brooding kind.
After I had deflected his advance the night that Tammy and Marcus dropped me off, he didn't try again. It was like he had given up on me, given up on us, and that thought caused a painful throbbing in my chest.
Tammy and Marcus ended up picking the big house without the pool. She said they could add a pool later if they wanted one, though Marcus complained that it would take up the entire backyard. Dominick and I drove by the house once so I could show it to him. He agreed with me that it was pretentious. When I asked why he didn't have a house like that, he asked if I wanted him to buy one. I wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but I decided to tell him no. The condo was cozy, not to mention it was conveniently next to a bus stop and right down the road from my college. I couldn't imagine him living in a better place for my situation, not that it would matter soon. When I moved out, he could live wherever he wanted. I wouldn't be relying on him anymore.
A week before Christmas, Tammy and Marcus came down to move into their short-term apartment. To my dismay, they got one with an extra bedroom for me. It was a totally unnecessary expense, but Tammy said she couldn't wait to have me with them again. Besides, Christmas was quickly approaching, and she wanted to spend it together.
I stayed true to my word, cooking up a bunch of food and freezing it for Dominick so that he'd have something to eat when I was gone. It felt like I spent an entire day slaving in the kitchen over a hot stove for him, and all the gratitude I got out of it was a halfhearted thanks. Still, it was the least I could do in return for everything he had done for Tammy and I in the past.
I tried not to cry as I finished packing my suitcases. It was almost impossible not to though. This was it. My last day with Dominick.
I took my time packing, but there was no point in stalling the inevitable. With my suitcases stuffed with everything I had brought and everything I'd acquired over the past year, I went to knock on Dominick's office door and let him know I was ready to leave. He glanced up at me from his computer, and his eyes were full of pain, mirroring my own.
“You ready?” he asked, as if the two suitcases by my sides weren't answer enough.
“Mhm.” I nodded, trying not to look as hurt as I actually felt.
“I guess I should drive you to Tammy's place then.” Dominick stood, though he seemed to be in no real hurry.
“I guess you should.”
He closed the distance between us and picked up one of the suitcases. I smirked weakly at the back of his suit as we walked toward the door. He had gotten dressed up for the occasion, as he always did when he left the house.
Abruptly, I stopped, pretending to look around the condo for a final time as tears threatened to reach my eyes. It felt like if I stepped out of that door, my world would completely fall apart.
“Are you alright?” Dominick asked, turning to face me.
“I'm fine,” I lied. “It's been a long year.”
“It has been.”
“I think I'm going to miss living here.”
“I'll miss it too.”
There's no point in postponing the inevitable. I took a deep breath, keeping my eyes to the floor as I brushed past Dominick and went to open the front door. I would have to make that step outside eventually, whether I liked it or not. Besides, it's not like I would never be coming back. I just wouldn't be living here anymore. This would no longer be my home.
I opened the door, and the light of the sun barely had a chance to stream through before I felt the pressure of the door pushing closed and was consumed by darkness again. I looked up to find Dominick's palm pressed against the door. He was staring down at me with an expression I had never seen before, somewhere between sadness and want. Before I had a chance to ask him what was wrong, his mouth was on top of mine, devouring my words, his body pushing me back against the door, cementing it closed with our weight. Part of me wanted to fend him off, but a deeper part of me wouldn't allow it. I held him close, matching him kiss for kiss, digging my nails into the back of his blazer needily, as if it would kill me to let him go.
“She can't have you,” he breathed into my ear when our lips finally parted.
“What?” I was barely able to squeak out before I felt the firmness of his erection pressing between my thighs.
“I'm not letting you go. You're mine,” he replied.
I swooned from his words, and we melted together, melted into a puddle of clothing and kissing and groping and rough penetration. I gasped as Dominick forced himself inside and bucking up into me. My arms were wrapped around his neck, my leg draped over his hip. I craned my neck for his kisses and moaned shamelessly as he fucked me against the front door. I wasn't aware such a sturdy door could creak. I only hoped that the force of our coupling didn't knock it down. How embarrassing that would be, falling out of the condo in such a state.
“What are you going to tell Tammy?” I asked, though in truth, I didn't care. All that mattered was that I wasn't leaving.
I had secretly dreamed this would happen, that Dominick would beg me not to go, but I had never imagined it would happen like this, right at the cusp of me leaving. Tammy would be expecting me to arrive within the hour. I wish I could say I hated to disappoint her. Fucking Dominick was far more fun though, fucking him and bathing in our love for each other. In that moment, my feelings for him reached a whole new level, an inseparable level.
“I'll think of something,” he responded, barely paying attention to the conversation as he continued ravaging me.
“I don't want you to let me go,” I said, and almost the second I did, the waves of pleasure crashed over me, and my body fell into euphoric bliss. It wasn't much longer before Dominick joined me, panting heavily as he stilled and rested his forehead against mine while his orgasm played out. When he had caught his breath, he began kissing me, first all over the face, then the neck, then moving down to my shoulders.
“What are you doing?” I giggled as he kissed a patch of bare skin near my armpit.
“Making up for lost weeks,” he mumbled.
“Alright, then.”
He pulled me away from the door, and we went into the bedroom where he continued to kiss me from head to toe. It was such a silly romantic thing for him to do, but I loved every second of it. By the time he finished, his body was geared up for round two, and boy did we have a round two. It lasted all the way up until I heard my phone ring where I had left it in a heap of clothing in the living room.
Dominick jumped up from the bed to retrieve it, looking hilarious at a naked half-run, half-walk. He had slowed down by the time he returned, entering the room casually with the phone to his ear, his erection bobbing while he walked. I couldn't help but smirk at him.
“Hey, Tammy,” he was saying, trying to hide the fact that he was breathless, though he was doing a poor job. “Had to run to get the phone. Kim is in the shower.” Dominick glanced over at me with a sly smile. “That's because she decided not to move in with you after all. She said she was worried about your feelings, so she wanted to let me handle talking to you.” He paused. “I know, teenagers, always changing their minds.”
I frowned at him from the bed, though I wasn't really upset. As long as I got my way, that was all I cared about. There was no way I was moving out. Not now. Hopefully, not ever.
“You know my condo is closer to the college anyway,” he continued. “This is what she wants, Tammy, she just didn't know how to tell you. I think she feels more like an adult living here, like she's kind of out on her own. She's nineteen years old. It makes sense that she doesn't want to live at home. No offense.” Dominick paused again. “Oh look, she just came out of the shower. Here, you talk to her.”
My stomach hit my feet as Dominick approached me with the phone. I mouthed the word no to him, but he shoved it in my hand anyway.
“Hi, Tammy,” I said hesitantly, bringing the phone to my ear.
“Is it true?” she asked with a stiffness to her voice that bordered on discontent.
“Yes,” I sighed. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drop this on you at the last minute, but I realized when I was leaving just how much I don't want to leave. I'm settled in. I actually like living here. Not that I don't think that living with you are Marcus would be great. I'm sure it would be. But, as Dominick said, I'm so close to the college here, and this just feels like home now.”
“If that's how you really feel. I just wish you would have said something sooner.” There was that sadness I had dreaded hearing.
“I know. I'm really sorry.”
Dominick crawled onto the bed beside me and began rubbing my back as I talked.
“You know we only got this big apartment because we figured you'd want to come stay with us. And what about Christmas? Are you going to be here for Christmas?”
“Yes, I'll be there for Christmas,” I quickly replied, feeling guilty about the extra room thing. “I'll come stay with you on Christmas Eve.”
“Alright. I guess there's nothing left to say then.”
“Nope.”
“Well, see you when I see you then.”
“Tammy, don't be like that.”
“I'm sorry, Kim. I just expected to have you here with us tonight. I'm a little disappointed is all. I'll get over it.”
“You better. Just think of decorating that gorgeous new house of yours.”
She groaned, “That's still a ways off, and you're coming to help me, whether you like it or not.”
“I'll be there, sis.” I smiled.
“Good. Well, I guess I'll talk to you later.”
“Talk to you later.”
“Bye.”
Click.
“How did it go?” Dominick asked, as if he hadn't been sitting there the entire time.
“She's not happy.”
“That's what I gathered as well.”
“But, she'll get over it.”
“What choice does she have? I'm not letting you go anywhere.” He wrapped an arm protectively around me, and I sighed contently.
“Is that so?”
“That's so.” Dominick pulled me back down onto the bed, leaning over me to kiss me softly on the lips.
“And what would you have done if I had wanted to leave, hm?” I teased.
“I would have been destroyed.”
The seriousness in his gray eyes bore into me, melting me where I lay into a puddle of warmth. I received his kiss eagerly, moaning as our lips moved together. Then his hands returned to me, and I knew I was lost. But I didn't mind being lost, as long as it was with him.