Page 107 of Play Room Actor

The forced calm had done my body good, as I could literally feel it coming back to life. Being so close to Dominic made something stir in my pants, and I began to rub against him. When I moved my hand in his lap, he guided it back to his stomach, where he thought it belonged.

I knew our destination, but the closer we got to my parents’ house, the more restless I became. “Let’s just go to your place,” I said, slipping my hand under his jacket.

Unfazed, Dominic kept driving.

I played with his nipple, feeling myself getting harder. “Come on, then I can fuck you. Just like you like it.”

“No.”

“All right, then here,” I replied, slipping my hand into his pants.

“Stop it, Kil!” He swung my hand away again.

It wasn’t until he stopped at a red light that I realized we were only two streets away from my parents’ house.

“Please! I’m fine!” I reassured him. “My parents have a tendency to overreact.”

“I promised your sister I’d drop you off there.”

“Am I a package?” My blood was boiling, and I pulled away from Dominic. “Get off. I’ll drive the rest of the way alone.”

“What?”

I was about to get off when he sped up. “Hey! What the hell! Are you trying to run me over?”

Dominic shook his head, which only made me angrier. I considered jumping off, which wouldn’t have been hard. Dominic would be fine. But then he might disappear with my motorcycle, leaving me behind.

Before I knew it, Dominic turned into the driveway and stopped in front of my parents’ house.

“Are you serious?” he snapped as he unfastened his helmet. “You could’ve killed us.”

“What?” I didn’t understand what he was talking about. “What did I do?”

“Were you trying to jump off while we were still driving?”

Oh, so it wasn’t just a thought?

“First you run into the street at the gas station, and now this!” He kept complaining. “Jesus, man!”

Dominic was clearly on edge, and I wasn’t sure what was going on inside him. He looked scared and anxious. But why? Was it because of me?

The door opened, and my sister came out, followed by my parents.

“Kilian!” Yaël called, throwing her arms around me.

“Let me go.” Annoyed, I shoved her away and held my hand out to Dominic. “Give me the key.”

“No.” He shook his head, giving me a pleading look that drove me insane.

“Dominic,” I growled.

He took a step back and lowered his head in apology. Instead of igniting my anger, that gesture triggered my panic, as I realized what was about to happen next.

“Kilian, come,” my father said. “We’ve prepared everything. I’ll drive you to the clinic.”

“No,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’m fine! I don’t need to go.”

“It’s for your own good.” My mother’s voice was so gentle, as if I were a little child.