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 stomach instead and he emits a loud groan. I crawl over him to get off my bed and he extends his limbs as far as they'll go.

"Come on. We go home today." I rummage through my drawers for some comfortable bottoms.

"I was having the best dream," he mumbles when he opens his eyes, which immediately fall on me as I'm pulling up my leggings. The grin that falls on his face immediately transfers to mine. "So it wasn't a dream."

I don't bother repressing the smile and instead reach down to grab his sweatpants. "Come on, get up." I throw them at him and they land on his chest.

"I want to go to sleep." What a whiner.

"No, you have to get up. We still have to eat and pack your car." He finally heaves himself up and out of bed. I admire his physique as he slowly pulls on his clothes.

"I kind of need my shirt back." I smirk at him and judging by the look on his face, he knows that this shirt is now mine.

"You're not getting this one back. I can give you a different one." I have a small collection of his clothes here, all of which are mine. I let him use them when he needs them as long as he promises to give them back.

"I just wanted to see you take it off," he teases as I toss one of the only shirts in my dresser at him. I have to leave his clothes here so my father doesn't see them and get suspicious.

"Not happening," I remark once he catches the shirt and tugs it on.

"Fair enough, it looks better on you anyway, as do all my clothes." This only earns more blushing from me.

"You have to go put your bags in the car. Then we'll get breakfast on the way back, on me."

"I only accept cash payments, honey." He offers me a wink and I laugh loudly and hand him his hoodie.

"Go." He matches the happy smile on my face and I jerk my neck a little to ask why he's still here.

"I'm going." He opens the door but remains in his spot. For a few more seconds, we stare at each other with his goofy grins on our faces.

"Why aren't you gone already?" He rolls his eyes before stepping into the hallway, leaving me to get ready for the day.

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It isn't until we're in the car parked at McDonald's with breakfast that Dominic brings up last night. "So..." I glance at him as I eat my wrap.

"So?" Now I'm a little nervous.

"How was it?" he prompts the conversation and I squint at him.

"You're seriously asking me that?" Is he seriously asking me that?

"Yeah, you just lost your virginity." There's a small smirk on his face. "It's a valid question. I'm your best friend. I'd ask it regardless of who you lost it to."

"I'm not going to answer that question." I should've never allowed him to break the no-relationship rule for five minutes.

"Why not?" His smirk only widens.

"Because I'm just not." He really doesn't need the confidence boost, especially not about his skills in bed. He continues to stare at me, as if waiting for me to cave. "I'm not answering it, Dominic."

"Okay." We fall into silence and I feel his gaze on me as I scroll through my messages. The silence doesn't last long because he clears his throat. "Was it that bad?"

I look up to see him frowning slightly. I release a noisy sigh and rest my head against the seat. "It wasn't bad, Dominic. It was good. You're already cocky enough; you don't need me to inflate your head anymore." A grin forms on his face and I offer him a flat look. "You see what I mean?"

"I didn't say anything." I can tell he's thinking it, though.

"Good, let's keep it that way." It gets quiet again but I know this one's also going to be short lived by the way he's staring at me.

"Was it what you imagined?" I slowly pull my attention away from my food to look at him.

"What do you mean? Sex in general? Or with you?" I immediately regret the latter by the way his eyebrows rise.

"You imagined sleeping with me?" He leans forward in an intrigued manner and I can tell I messed up.

"No, I was just asking for clarification." I'm given away by the redness of my face.

"Sure," he teases, "I meant in general but do tell how you imagined things to be with him."

I narrow my eyes at him to clarify that I'm not answering the second part of his question. I don't even want to answer the first part. I don't want to tell him that it was better than what I expected; I feel like that'd only make him grin wider. "It was what I imagined, for the most part. I'm a little sore." And by a little, I mean a lot.

"I tried to be as gentle as possible." I feel my face burning as vivid memories flood my mind.

"Can we stop talking about this?" I blurt. "And can we never talk about it again?"

He looks at me with an amused expression on his face. "Okay."

I grumble quietly and turn on the radio before returning to my food. Dominic starts laughing as soon as the artist starts singing sensually about his girlfriend's body. I immediately change the station, groaning again when the rapper yells explicit lyrics about sex at us. I change it once more, listening to the country style song about sex. I angrily turn off the radio and let the sound of Dominic's wheezing laugh fill the car.

He practically passes out from giggling while I stare out the window with crossed arms, feeling embarrassed. I don't want to think about it anymore, at least not while he's here. He eventually starts driving in the direction of my house and I relax. Every few minutes, I feel him glancing at me but I keep my eyes trained on the houses we pass. "I'm a little sad." This gains my attention.

"Why?" I immediately drop the attitude. Did I really make him upset?

"We've hung out every day for the past four months and now I'm not going to see you as often," he admits. I stare at him and a smile breaks onto my face. What an idiot.

"I live ten minutes away, Dominic."

"I know but we have to spend time with our families for the holidays." He doesn't seem too excited about it.

"Yeah, but we can still make time for each other. It's not like I have a curfew anymore. We'll still hang out, even if it's just us sitting in your car at the park," I comfort him, recalling our old hang-out spot.

"Yeah..." This seems to make him feel better.

"It's only a month," I repeat with a grin. "We'll be fine."

We turn onto my street and he looks at me. "Do you need help bringing your stuff inside?"

"So Maritza can see you and try to have a baby with you on the living room couch? No, thanks." I shake my head as I unbuckle my seatbelt.

"She'll have to settle for the next best thing- nieces and nephews," he remarks, which gets a loud exhale from me.

"And that's my cue." I hurriedly get out of the car and retrieve my duffel bag from the backseat. "Thank you for the ride."

"This one or the one last night?" He's satisfied with his wit judging by the large beam on his face. I waste no time in flipping him off. "You just did last night."

I groan loudly as I slam his car door. I lug my bag up the steps, wave at him, and enter the house. My dogs yip at my ankles as my dad comes over and grabs the bag from me. "Welcome home, hija." He greets me with a quick kiss to my forehead.

"Why didn't Dominic come in?" Maritza pesters from her place on the couch. She cranes her neck to peer out the door behind me but I slam it shut.

"Because he didn't want to puke up his breakfast from looking at your face." I turn my attention back to my dad, who's chuckling quietly. "Mom's at work?"

"Yeah she got called in," he tells me as he leads the way upstairs.

"What's for dinner?" I inquire once we reach my room.

"I'm not sure yet." I hope it's something good.

"Okay, well, I should probably unpack," I say once he drops my duffel bag on the ground.

"Alright, call me if you need anything." He smiles before leaving my room. After dragging my bag closer to my bed, I take a seat and unzip it. The first thing I see is the crumpled up shirt I was wearing just this morning- Dominic's shirt. I take it in my hands and let out a slow breath.

The events of last night barely feel real. Don't get me wrong. It was amazing, great, phenomenal- all of that, and I deeply enjoyed it, but I don't know where things go from here. Are we going to continue being just friends? Are we going to add benefits into the friendship? I don't even know what I want. I just know that I've been experiencing so many feelings in the last twelve hours that I just feel numb. Everything feels unreal.

I figured we'd be able to fall back into the pattern of things but he is no longer just my best friend. He is my best friend who I lost my virginity to. It's going to hurt if we fall back into our regular friendship because I gave him one of the biggest gifts I could give. If he takes it and puts it into his back pocket and continues being just friends with me, I'm not going to lie; I will be crushed. But I'm not sure if I want a friends with benefits with him; I don't know if my emotions can handle it. But I definitely don't expect a relationship out of him. He is not a relationship kind of guy and that is the plainest thing to anyone with eyes. I knew that going into things yet I'm still as torn up as I am.

In a matter of hours, my feelings for him have intensified and I wasn't ready for it. I wasn't ready at all. I'm scared to tell him all of this because what if it pushes him away? What if he thinks that I caught feelings for him because we had sex? Because I was a virgin and I developed the infamous attachment to him? He probably just sees what happened as a long awaited hookup. I hate to say that it was everything for me. I should've made a better decision. I've liked him for years yet I made the stupid decision to sleep with him, knowing that sex is not something he values as much as me. But for some reason- some stupid, stupid reason- I don't regret it and I'd do it again. Maybe I'm the idiot.