Page 114 of Play Room Actor

“I’ll talk to Yaël and my parents. I promise. Never again.”

Like two magnets, our lips found each other. I loved kissing Dominic. He was a great kisser. Time lost all meaning, and for a while, I floated in the clouds, surrounded by Dominic’s rugged scent and his wonderful touch.

Until I could no longer ignore the harsh light in the dressing room. Thankfully, it wasn’t me who broke the kiss but a growling sound from Dominic’s stomach.

“I need something to eat before we keep going,” he said between two kisses. “Will you come with me?”

“Of course. Wherever you go. The thing about marriage was serious. But don’t feel pressured.”

Dominic laughed as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re back to your old self. That’s good. That’s how I love you.”

“You love me?”

My heart skipped a beat, and I held my breath.

“Of course!” he said casually. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have picked you up in Engelberg. I would have kicked you to the curb a long time ago.”

“Why does that sound so familiar?” I asked, grinning mischievously.

Dominic unexpectedly spun me around and kissed me even more passionately than before. He devoured me, rubbing his body against mine and slipping his hands under my shirt.

“Fuck, Kilian …” he gasped. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me. You’re the devil!”

“Why’s that?” I laughed.

“You show up here at noon. Couldn’t you have sent me a message later? Then I would’ve come straight to your place.”

“I didn’t know if you were mad at me.” I moaned as he bit my neck and squeezed his thigh into my crotch. “Call in sick and come home with me.”

“That would be too obvious.”

When I heard Dominic’s stomach growl again, I grinned. “Do you like sushi?”

“Of course.”

“Have you ever been to the place just around the corner?”

“No.”

“Then let’s go.”

Dominic went to his locker, grabbed his wallet from his bag, and before we left the dressing room, he glanced at the mirror. His hair was a little messy, so he combed it with his fingers.

“How do you feel about everyone here knowing about us?” I asked cautiously.

Dominic glimpsed at me through the mirror, then turned around and smiled. “It was a bit strange. You hit me, and all of a sudden, everyone knows we were together. Though I was more surprised that they didn’t realize how close we were at the wedding party.”

“I’m sorry I went off on you. I lost my nerves. Hitting you wasn’t right.”

“Well, I guess we’re even now.”

I looked at him, confused. “What do you mean by that?”

“Don’t tell me you forgot that I hit you first.”

“I probably deserved it,” I said with a wide grin.

Dominic locked his arms with mine. “I’m sorry.”