Miss Roselyn Sawyer; the beautiful CEO of Canopy of Crystal, a flourishing jewelry company.
Dominic Pierce; the young and new bodyguard who was just returned his freedom.
All she wanted to know were three simple things.
1) His height, weight, fighti...
Simplier Than A Kiss _________________________________________
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ROSELYN
"You've been taking care of yourself?"
My head rested against Dominic's chest while my fingers grazed over the newest scar on his skin. His arm was wrapped around my shoulder and kept my body close to his.
I nodded, "Mhm, I tried to.. I couldn't just let myself fall apart. That wasn't my place—"
"— It is though," He pressed a kiss onto my forehead. "And everyone who said otherwise? Excuse my language— fuck 'em."
I rested my hand on his chest. "I have appearances to keep up, hun. I'm the face of my company," I paused and let out a sigh. ".. I've worked too hard and lost too much to let fall apart because I fell apart."
Dominic cradled my cheek and tilted my head up for me to look at him. He murmured teasingly, "I'm not worth falling apart over, jeva?"
I rolled my eyes with a pout. "I cried so much over when you were.." I glanced away. ".. you never left my mind. I couldn't work the same or light a cigarette without my chest tightenin'— or even the fact I started smokin' so much again. Sweetheart, I know you by memory— I could sketch you in seconds without havin' seen you in forever."
I chewed on my bottom lip— when was my last real relationship? Are we in a relationship? Was that too much of an ego boost for him so soon? To let a man— to let anyone know how my mind worked was a rare feat because in reality it ran a million miles a minute.
Dominic shifted slightly in bed and pulled me on top of him completely. His thumb grazed over my skin before he leaned in— kissing me passionately. I hummed in surprise as I wove my fingers into his deshevled mess of curls. My lips pressed firm against his own while the warmth of our mouths melted together.
Against my lips Dominic asked, "I know what I want, I know how I feel," He pulled back and met my gaze. ".. I know how you feel— but what do you want, Roselyn?"
I pursed my lips, "Referin' to us?"
He nodded.
"I want to be yours— I am yours." I said.
Dominic chuckled, "I know that, ma. But what do you.. want for this?"
I furrowed my brows at his words. For this? For our... was this a relationship? Are we in an relationship—
"— Is that what you want?"
Did I say that outloud?
I nodded bashfully, "But me being a girlfriend makes it sound like we're children to me.. I feel too grown for that."
