CHAPTER TWELVEDominic
Dominic quietly opened his bedroom door, careful to not wake a probably hungover Hailee who was asleep or maybe passed out in his bed. His back ached and his head hurt from sleeping on the couch. He made a mental note to replace the couch with a comfortable one ASAP.
Hailee rolled over and groaned. After fluttering her eyes open, she sat straight up, wide awake. “Where am I? Dominic?” she asked, noticing him there.
“Hey there, sweet-tart,” he whispered, figuring she wouldn’t be feeling too well this morning after last night. He wasn’t even sure how much she would remember. “You’re in my bedroom, in my apartment. Do you want coffee?”
“Coffee?” Her eyes darted around the room. “Dominic? How did I— Did we…?” She looked under the covers.
“No. We didn’t. You passed ou
