The sky was spinning. Dom felt like he was rushing around me but he wasn't. My limp eyes opened as I felt his arms underneath me. Doms face was drained of blood, looking shocked, worried and confused.

"Ow." I groaned as I tried to lift myself up.

"What the he- wait are you okay?!" Dom freaked. "Do you need a hospital?!"

I giggled while my head was pounding. "No babe. I think I need water." My rusty voice sounded hoarse making it overly sore to talk.

"What happened? You're lucky I caught you." Dom grabbed my hand, getting me on my feet. My balance wasn't very stable which led to me falling back into his arms.

"I think I just got so lost in my head. I was holding my breath." I said.

"That was a little stup-,"

"Stupid. I know." I held onto his arm tightly for grip and balance.

"Come, I'm bringing you to my apartment and you're staying there. You aren't well." Dom demanded. A smile rose on his tanned face.

Suddenly his arms lifted me and carried me off the beach and the whole way back to his apartment. Surprised I didn't break his arms.

"Sit down, I'm gonna go and get you some clothes from your apartment. Call me If you feel anything or need anything." I leaned down and kissed his nose, colour finally coming onto his cheeks.

Dom left and emptiness echoed in my ears. His apartment felt cold and spacious. Well, it was spacious but it seemed like Dom just filled the void in my heart and made me so happy that I forget what it's like to be sad.

My eyes started to shut when the front door cranked open, and through blurry eyes, stood Dom walking over to me with a bag of some stuff and a pizza box. "Conor? I got you and I some food." He shook me lightly and I sat up. Dom sat down and pulled the blanket over his lap and resting it on his knees.

I got handed the remote so I picked on what to watch. We sat in silence while eating the pizza and drinking the coke. In the bag, there was my clothes for the next day and what not. His head leaned on mine as my head was on his chest. Every now and then he'd kiss me lightly on my head.

Dom lifted me. I could only sense it lightly as I was half asleep. I felt him lay me down on the warm cozy bed, and he pulled the blanket over me. It was only the afternoon, and naps were one of my favourite things.

His arms unexpectedly wrapped around me as he laid down beside my warm body. I smiled and he kissed mg forehead before gently resting his arms on my waist.

I slept like a log. I was so tired and waking up to the smell of food made me happy. I stretched my muscles and yawned, satisfied with the crack in my back. I rose, looked outside, and it was officially pitch black.

I didn't expect-or plan to sleep for so long. I shrugged my shoulders and headed down the stairs. I took my palms to my eyes, rubbing away the tiredness. There awaited Dom, looking at some stupid cooking book looking utterly confused.

"Need help?" I giggled hazily.

"Nope. I'm good. Are you?" He walked over and laid his hands on my waist, looking deep into the chronicles of my eyes.

"Feeling good," I nodded and slithered my arms around his back. "Also, thank you for carrying me." I kissed him on the nose as my oversized hoodie hung over the boxers I had on.

"I fell asleep next to you for a while then woke up. Are you sure you're feeling okay?" Dom asked wearily, worry and fear in his beautiful, everending eyes.

"I am fine babe," I gestured towards the food and his legs rushed over to the pan. "What you making?"

"Some burritos. Hope you are okay with that." He leaned over the counter and kissed me, grabbing my hand tightly.

"More than okay." A shy smile showed.

The food was more than astonishing. It satisfied the hunger that was building up. I laid like a slob, waiting for Dom to come back and sit with me. The water tap running gave me a weird sensation. I ignored it.

"I'll be in the shower if you need me." I decided and walked into Dom trying a few pans.

"Alright." He smirked.

I tipped my way to the shower, excitement for the warm water to hit my body. I entered the bedroom then went into the bathroom, turning the knob to the shower on and taking my clothes off. What if that bartender really did rape me? God, shake the thoughts Conor... He didn't and that's all that matters.

The water made violet thundering noises until I stepped inside, feeling the instant heat and sighing. Perfection.

I heard the bedroom door close and then the bathroom door opening. Dom peeked his head in.

"Yes?" I asked curiously at the tanned boy smiling sheepishly.

"Hmm. Nothing." I saw him taking his shirt off by the reflection in the mirror. I tried my best to hide my blush,but considered it that I failed miserably.

I saw the tanned boy make his way over and walk into the shower. I was impressed by his- nevermind. Not like I hadn't seen it before.

I was facing the shower wall, his lips trailed down my neck and onto my shoulder, leaving his handprints all over me. I pushed him into the way and he laughed.

That laugh always made me smile.

Hopefully it would stay that way.

I kissed him like I haven't seen him in months. Indulged his scent and taste through every breaking of a kiss. I wanted to give it to him, just to see What he does.

I pushed him into the wall slowly and left marks, marking him mine. Dom moaned when I ran over his sweet spot with my tongue. I bit and sucked slowly making sure it would appear.

The water slid past our lips, making us stop for air once in a while. Then Dom took control.

I heard the shower go off and arms lift me to the bedroom. "Dom!" I laughed. His eyes were darker, full of desire and lust. He threw me down and got on top, kissing me roughly. I couldn't move under his grab.

His erection was poking me in the leg.  It didn't bother me, but turned me on even more.

Sorry for the cliffhanger! Continued tomorrow!!