𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲

26

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JANE

it was now 1 am.

wide awake.

in bed.

alone.

honestly i was just hugging my legs while staring attentively at dominic's suit jacket still wondering why one moment he can be such a dick and another moment act like a total gentleman.

these thoughts clouded my head as i fought with myself internally back and forth on which was really the reality of it all.

however i couldn't stand the fact that he's acting like all of this is normal. kissing me, being so flirty, and even going to the point where he's acting like he cares. like he really genuinely cares for me.

"fuck" i mutter under my breath laying back on my bed soon feeling the soft bedding hit my skin. i quickly shut my eyes only for me to instantly open them wide and grab my phone.

this is bugging me and i can't sleep till i say something.

i can't sleep and i know you're probably asleep instead right now but i needed to ask something.

hitting send i felt the urge to bite my nails and throw my phone face down and pretend i've never sent that text to dominic. before i could decide to do so the ringing starts coming in my phone making me realize he wasn't asleep.

i'm not asleep either preciosa.

what is it? ask away

licking my bottom lip i wave my thumb around the keyboard before deciding what to type down.

why are you acting like this with me?

like?

like nice. and caring. and loving. like you love me. the kiss. TWICE. the small gestures you used to do when we were dating... you brought those back. why? and why now dom?

seeing him leave me on read probably made my hopes die as i slump my shoulders down before fixing my posture once a big message ringed on my screen.

the screen light flashes even brighter over my face as i soon read back.

because i've always seen you in her. i've always thought about you whether it was doing normal activities or just going to sleep and dreaming. and you know i don't dream for shit so when i do i feel weird. good but weird.

plus i feel regret for what i've done to you back then and how i left you with no words at all. no goodbyes and i feel like shit remembering all of it. i hate how i treated you back then and how we left it off. how we left US off.

"because i've always seen you in her" oh.

but you have amber. it's not wrong for you to care again but we're crossing the line. you're crossing the line.

i know and god i wish i didn't but i can't. i care too much for you jane. i always have always will.

biting my lip i left him on read not typing another word down because in all seriousness... i didn't have any more.

the words that i had in my head where now completely gone as i read the texts dominic had sent. it's as if he blew away all the words i could say and left me up in the air with nothing.

another ring sound came back onto my phone as i look down to see he had texted me once more.

and you probably have nothing else to say and i'm fine with that.

i just want you to know the truth.

goodnight mi mariposa. get some rest. [my butterfly]

the nickname. the fucking nickname.

i couldn't control my emotions as i shut off my phone and slam it shut face down on my bedside table.

dominic russo. the hold you have over me is insane.

"i love you" i spoke tracing the tips of my fingers in figure 8's amongst dominic's chest. i could hear how fast his heart beat was as he soothes down my hair and rubs my back gently.

he hums while i take in his scent as he quickly kisses the top of my head.

"mi mariposita linda." [my pretty butterfly] he murmurs making me snap my head upwards to look up at his face. "see i love your spanish but i hate that i need you to translate it."

he laughs shaking his head before letting his left hand inter wine around my fingers.

"it means 'my pretty butterfly' baby" i laugh covering my mouth slightly. "out of everything a butterfly" he shrugs with a nods before pulling himself away from me to look at me clearly.

"because you're beautiful like a butterfly. you're so delicate and lovable. you're something so special to me. you're my butterfly." i smile at him soon feeling him lower himself to place his soft lips over mines.

i love him. i love him. i love him. i love him.