Chapter 148: Because I Finally Get to Call You Mine
Ash’s POV
Dominic and I slipped into the hallway, shoving past sweaty bodies making out like they were starving for each other.
Every door we passed rattled with thuds and moans, people pressed up against walls, half naked, too gone to care.
It felt like the whole house had turned into one giant hookup maze.
I swear I lost track of how many people we caught in beds, moaning, sheets flying, skin everywhere, tongues down each others throat.
Almost every room was taken. My stomach kept twisting tighter, wondering if we’d even find a spot. Finally, near the end, there was one quiet, empty room.
He pushed the door open, and we stepped inside.
The noise from the party dulled immediately. Dominic shut the door behind us, and suddenly the air felt different. Like the silence itself had been waiting for us to be alone.
We sat down on the bed, side by side, and for a second, neither of us spoke. My heart was pounding so hard.
Minutes ago, I couldn’t stop staring at his eyes, his lips, his hands around my waist.
I glanced at him, and he was also staring at me.
My chest tightened. What was he thinking?
Did he notice the eyeliner June smudged onto me before I left? The way my shirt was a little shorter tonight? Did he hate it? Did he love it?
My heart wouldn’t chill.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I laughed, tugging at my sleeve.
His lips curved, and he but his lower lips.
"Is it... bad?" I asked quickly. "You don’t like it?"
For a second, he didn’t answer. Just kept looking at me in this way that made my whole body tingle.
"Because..." he tilted his head, eyes dragging over me slowly, "you look different tonight. You’re so... sexy."
My throat tightened, heat rushing straight to my face.
Sexy?
No one had ever said it to me like that before.
I let out a shaky laugh, trying to breathe again. "You can’t just say stuff like that, you know."
But God, the way he was looking at me...like he wanted to devour every part of me.
"Why?" He smirked, and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "You’re so sexy, and I can’t help it."
His smirk softened, and he leaned back a little, still holding my gaze. " I really wish sexy Rivera would say yes and be my boyfriend."
My chest tightened.
"Yes," I whispered before I could even overthink. "Yes. I’d be your boyfriend."
Oh my God. I actually said it. Me. Ash Rivera. Saying yes to Dominic Vale.
His smile spread slow, he squeezed my hand.
"But....." I added quickly, holding his hand tighter. "I’d be your boyfriend if you promise me something."
"Anything," he said instantly. "What’s that?"
My throat closed, but I pushed through. "Promise me no secrets. I wanna know everything about you, Dom. Past, present...everything. No walls. No hiding. Not from me."
For a second, his smile faltered. My chest ached, because this...this was my chance. The chance to finally know the truth about that night. The one Mr. Blake told me about. The one Dominic never explained.
He blinked, then laughed. Like it was nothing. "You’re intense, you know that?" he teased, touching my lower lip "Fine. I’d never hide anything from you, Rivera. You’ll know everything. Eventually.."
"Eventually?" I narrowed my eyes.
"Mmhm." He smirked again, leaning closer until his lips brushed the corner of my mouth.
"But for now..." His voice dropped. "Let me distract you."
Before I could even protest, his mouth pressed against mine.
His words barely sank in before his hand slid up my arm, pulling me closer. And, the next second his mouth was on mine.
Like he’d been holding back all night.
He was mine. Dominic vale was mine.
I melted instantly, clutching his shirt, pulling him closer before I even thought about it.
His tongue brushed mine and I swear my entire body lit up. My knees went weak, my stomach flipped, and all I could think about was more.
His hand moved, gripping the back of my neck, tilting my head, kissing me deeper.
God, his lips were soft, and the way he tasted... I was intoxicated with his scent.
I let out a moan, and he smirked mid-kiss, like he liked it, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
I didn’t know how long the kiss lasted before I was straddling him, lost in the way his hands gripped my waist, in the way he moaned my name like it belonged to him.
My body was trembling, my pulse was wild, and all I could think was.... he’s mine, mine, mine
I tugged at his shirt, pulling it off.
When he finally pulled back, both of us were breathing hard, his forehead rested against mine.
"I can’t believe it," Dominic whispered, standing to his feet. His smile was so radiant, I had to smile too. "Ash Rivera is my boyfriend."
I laughed softly, unable to look away from the happiness radiating off him, the kind that made every second feel like it belonged only to us.
He’s happy just because of me. Just because I said Yes.
"Stop saying it like that," I muttered, trying to cover my blush with my hands. But the corners of my mouth betrayed me, curling into a shy smile.
Dominic only stepped closer, eyes sparkling with so much joy it was impossible to look away. "No," he said. "I’m going to say it a hundred times. Because it feels unreal. Because I finally get to call you mine."
I rolled my eyes, and smirked.
Then he leaned in, and smiled.
"How about we ditch the party," he murmured, "and spend the night at my place?"
My breath caught, and I nodded without hesitation.
But instead of heading for the door, he returned to me, grabbed my waist and unbuttoned my pants.
My pulse raced as his fingers grabbed my dick, and he started stroking it. His mouth found mine again, and I moaned into his kiss.
He kissed me harder, as I melted into him, every sound I made was swallowed by his mouth.
It was everything, then....
The door slammed open.
"Oh my God, Ash!"
That voice. Marcus.
"Holy shit!"
My whole body went cold, even though Dominic’s hands were still on my waist. I turned slowly to the doorway.
Marcus stood there, wide eyed, his mouth parted like he couldn’t even process what he was seeing. His gaze flicked from my swollen lips to Dominic’s bare chest, to the mess of my unbuttoned pants.
His hands tightened around the doorknob.
I scrambled up Dom’s laps, fumbling to button my pants, my hands shaking as Marcus yanked the door fast, even the walls shook.
"No, no, no. Why is it Marcus?" My chest heaved. I ran a trembling hand through my hair.
When I looked at Dominic, he was pale, his lips was still red from kissing me, his chest kept rising and falling fast. He reached for my wrist like he needed to hold me in place.
"Ash," he whispered, even his voice was trembling. "I’m sorry. I swear I thought I locked the door."
His grip tightened. "Please. Please don’t let this ruin us."