I wake up the following morning with Dominic's shirt on and just his shirt on. I stare at the ceiling and think about the events of last night. It wasn't a dream, right? I shift my hips and feel slightly sore. Nope definitely not a dream. Well, it was a dream come true. I look over at my and find him sleeping.
"Dominic," I whisper as I inch closer to his ear.
"Hm?" He doesn't even bother opening his eyes.
"It's time to get up." I admire his relaxed face.
"No it's not," he insists, "it's Saturday. I can sleep in."
"Dominic." I put my hand on his chest and slowly slide it down to his stomach. He grins and tucks his hands behind his head.
"Keep going," he encourages in his deep, sleepy voice. I contemplate it before deciding that's not how I want to start my day. I lightly slap his stom
