Matchpoint

Chapter 29:

The alcohol is already getting to me. I can feel it seeping deep beneath my skin, soaking up into my brain.

Fuckkkk.

Across from me is Dom. He has freshly pressed denim jorts and a clean green t-shirt that matches his eyes.

The margaritas are doing things to me. They're making me hungry and not for nachos. Fuck. What did Jayce put in this?

Dom chuckles at something Jayce says, but I can't even hear it, I'm zoned in on every movement Dom makes.

My tongue sweeps across my lips. They're dry, just like my mouth.

Fuck, I hate tequila.

"What do you think, Clove?" All eyes turn to me, I didn't even hear the question. Holly tilts her head at me, her hair falling gracefully over her shoulder.

"Pardon?" I sigh.

Holly chuckles lightly. "Do you need us to leave?" She asks softly, eyes meeting Jayce's.

My cheeks immediately begin to heat up. "No, sorry, I just... alcohol makes me hazy." I mutter.

And the last time I drank it, was literally last night, and we all know how that ended.

Dom's face is soft, eyes slightly wide as if in concern. "Do you want some water?" He asks and I nod slowly. He gets up and walks towards the kitchen, put of view. I don't know why I do it, but I instantly get up and follow him, knowing that Holly and Jayce are sharing matching grins.

Dom stands in the kitchen, a jug poised over a cup as he watches the water cascade into the palm of the glass.

I cannot help but to watch him, completely transfixed by his beauty.

His complexion, the way his fire hair settles on his head, the broadness of his shoulders and strength of those arms.

Fuck. It's the alcohol talking.

"You just going to stand there?" Dom's eyes leave the cup and meet mine, a smirk playing teasingly on his lips.

"This was a bad idea." I giggle hysterically. Dom tilts his head at me and brings the cup over to me.

I take the glass, our hands making brief contact. I take a sip, Dom's eyes not leaving mine once, but the water is not enough to satisfy my thirst.

With hazey eyes, I place the glass on the table and look up at Dom, waiting for him to make a move.

He's also a bit tipsy, I can tell by his lack of composure. He's struggling to hide his smile, to hold back his hands and keep his gaze from wandering.

I'm reeled in instantly. Our mouths collide in one fluid motion, and suddenly we're caught up in a twist of lips.

Yeah, there's the thirst being quenched.

I pull Dom in closer, unable to fight the temptation. My hands are flat against his chest. His are in my hair.

Fuck. There's a burning sensation screaming within me. It's bursting in my veins, travelling through my blood and settling deep beneath my stomach.

Oh God.

I suck softly on Dom's lower lip, pulling at it lightly. This causes the most satisfied sigh to escape his mouth. My actions unlocked it.

"You two," pause. "Are royally fucked."

Dom and I rip apart, and standing in the doorway are two smug pieces of shit.

I bury my head into Dom's chest and he is quick to wrap those strong arms around me like a safety blanket.

"We know." Dom mutters, hands stroking my hair thoughtlessly.