Dom (Alliance #3)

My blankets shift,warm air escaping, and I moan.

“Go back to sleep,” a voice tells me from beside my ear.

I do.

* * *

“Take these, Shorty.”

I blink. And awareness floods my brain in the form of a headache.

“Drink at least half of this bottle, then you can go back to sleep.”

My vision clears, and Dom’s hand is in front of my face.

I’m face down, how I usually sleep, so I shift up onto my elbows and grab the pair of white pills out of his palm with my right hand.

I pop them into my mouth, then take the open water bottle and swallow down half.

Dominic looks tired.

“What time is it?” My voice is quiet, and I can feel that I haven’t used it in a while.

“Eleven,” Dom answers as he takes the water bottle back.

My eyes widen, then close, that small amount of brightness from around the blackout curtains enough to make the pain in my head spike.

Dom screws the cap back on the bottle, then sets it on the nightstand. “We were up late. Go back to sleep.”

“You joining me?”

Dom nods. “In a minute.”

“Alright.” I drop my weight back to the mattress, then lift my head to look down at what I’m wearing.

I’m in a white T-shirt that has to belong to Dom, and I wiggle my hips to feel what must be a pair of his boxers.

I don’t remember changing.

Or going to bed.

But it hurts too much to think, so I lower my head back to the pillow.

* * *

My hand reaches out,missing what I’m trying to grab… And my eyes snap open.

The dream fades, and the room slowly comes into focus, the color of the light surrounding the curtains now a dark gold.

Dominic’s room.

Or rather, Dominic’s suite.

A few hours ago, I shuffled through the room to use the bathroom. So I know it’s nice. More than nice, it’s extravagant. And I think there’s a separate living room on the other side of the double doors, because I heard Dom on the phone once. But I haven’t looked. I’ve just slept.

And slept.

I try to roll over but finally notice the heavy weight pressed into my back.