Dominic
"Why do you have to come home with me tonight?"
He bit the fleshy side of his cheek to stop his smile. Instead of feeling irritated, he relished the idea of his detka getting impatient with him. It was infinitely better than her being too quiet. This passionate side of her --with expressive brown eyes spitting fire-- was a turn-on.
Damn! She was in a bad mood. His detka. Ever since they got inside the car, she scooted away from him, averted her gaze, and looked out the window. Her attention to the mundane scenery and her silent statement was as loud as a thunderstorm.
The fact they had spent the best part of the afternoon lolling in bed hadn't sweetened her prerogative.
He couldn't help it! He was addicted to her. She can't ever be out of his sight for far longer than five hou
