She was lost and so was he.
Who knew that two broken hearts can connect to one.
Arabella's world has been rigged since the day she was born. Her fate had been decided for her much longer before she even had been conceived in the womb. So it came as...
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I press closer into my pillow, tightening my leg around it. I abruptly stop, though, when the pillow seems to shake with a laugh and a breath of warm air falls over the side of my face. Slowly, I begin blinking my eyes open, rubbing the sleep away.
Dominic looms over me with a gentle smile, and I can't help but shy away, covering my face with my hands.
"Stop looking at me like that. I know I look gross," I mumble, knowing I probably look awful. My hair is most likely a rat's nest, my face weirdly pale. Oh god—what if I drooled?
My spiral doesn't last long. He gently grabs my hands, pulling them away. I shift uncomfortably, and it doesn't go unnoticed by Dominic.
"You are beautiful. So fucking beautiful. I couldn't wake you up when you looked like a goddess lying across me," he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble against my body.
Holy fucking shit. Morning voice.
"Thank you, pretty boy. I'll take the compliment, even if I feel like you're just saying that because you feel bad. I still appreciate it," I smile, earning an exasperated look from him.
"I'm gonna get washed up. In your washroom, if that's fine?" He nods with a soft grin, and I slip from his hold.
The smile on my face doesn't fade in the shower, and I can't help but laugh as the water droplets tickle down my spine.
I feel like I'm either high or drunk.
In my happy little bubble, I feel weightless—like I'm experiencing my own personal euphoria. I've never felt this relaxed before. I've never felt like I could fly the way I do now.
I'm high on Dominic's words, the ones looping in my head like a favorite song. I'm drunk on the thought of him, the image of him clouding everything else.
"But you were different. Unlike other girls who threw themselves at me, you kept your distance. That drew me in. And then I saw the other side of you—the one who would die for her family and friends. The Arabella who's a total badass. The Arabella who, no matter how much life pushed her down, got back up and fought harder. You've been through hell and back, and you're still the strongest person I know. And that's the Arabella I fell for. Hard."
Stepping out, I grab my towel and wrap it around myself. Holding it to my body, I quietly step outside the bathroom. My feet patter softly against the floor until I freeze—Dominic is sitting up in bed, phone to his ear.
"Fuck off, man. I couldn't give two shits about what you think I should do when it comes to my personal relationships. Even as my best friend, it doesn't give you any rights—" His voice is laced with fury.
My heart plummets. I can tell, even from my hidden spot, that the conversation is about me. And I think I know who's on the other end of the line.
His jaw clenches as the voice on the phone responds, his entire body tensing.
