Matchpoint

Chapter 43:

"Looks bloody nice." Jayce admires the silver decoration sitting on Dom's shelving unit.

"It's fucking tiny compared to the original." Holly snorts, trying her best to keep distance between her and Jayce.

I'm curled on Dom's coach, smothered in the warmth of his body heat as he traces his fingers up and down my back.

"That's just for show, the real prize is the four million I'm packing in my pocket," Dom boasts and usually I'd hate a man who talks of money, but I'll let it slide just this once.

I still can't believe he did it. I mean, the odds were in his favour, but it still amazes me. The moment he sent that final ball flying into Ruud's side of the court, I could feel the shift, that victorious feeling.

I still remember how Dom ran from the court up to our box and buried me in a sweaty hug. He immediately realised his mistake when he pulled away, so he was quick to wrap everyone in an overdramatic embrace. The truth is that I would've done anything to be kissed by him. I didn't care that the whole arena would see, I just wanted that feeling. I wanted to celebrate how we should be allowed to celebrate.

I still wish to relive this moment. And I do, every night since, I've dreamt about it over and over and over again.

With a sigh, I bury myself further into Dom's side, seeking refuge in his warmth and comfort in the sound of his heartbeat.

"You okay?" I hear him whisper, hands delicately running through my hair.

"Mhm, just thinking," I hum.

"About?" Dom leans his head down against mine.

"That we have a week till Halle Open." I yawn softly, still recovering from the jet lag. That's the thing about being a professional sports player. It's non-stop. No rest. No sleep.

"I don't have to play Halle. Heck, we won Roland Garros. Let's rest." Dom chuckles, and I lift my head, glancing up at him curiously.

"No, we need Halle," I smirk, "One last tester before the big one." I brush his cheek with my thumb.

"Of course," Dom leans down and pecks my lips softly. Ugh, he kills me. Does he even know?

"You two are repulsive," Jayce scoffs from the kitchen, he's pouring himself another whisky.

"Leave them be. They're adorable." Holly snaps, giving Jayce a Deadly stare.

"Yeah, and they're going to get found out if they're not careful," Ladley enters the sliding door carrying two bottles of vodka.

"Look, who bought the alcohol!" Jayce hoots, immediately making his way over to scoop up the litre of liquor.

Since our return, Ladley has been spending more time with me. It's been nice to reconnect, but she has been very point blank about the risk of the relationship between Dom and I.

Dom rolls his eyes and just pulls me in closer. "No one knows." He mutters, but there's a cheeky grin plastered upon those pastel pink lips.

Holly scoffs, "The whole team knows."

"Yeah, but that's because you all spend every moment with us," Dom retorts, "It's hard not to flirt when I'm around Clove." He pokes my nose, sending me a cheeky wink.

"He's not wrong. The day we met, he started flirting." I giggle, poking him back in the side.

"Yeah, we all remember, he basically followed you like a puppy." Ladley snorts, and her and Holly start mixing drinks.

Dom shoves my face playfully when I stick my tongue out at him. I love it when the girls gang up. "I saw her, I was immediately entranced. What's a guy supposed to do?"