“We made this game too easy,” Domino giggled, whispering back. “Way too many chances to drink.”
Sabrina laughed quietly, shaking her head.
She gazed at Sabrina, only inches away. Electricity seemed to fill the air between them. She wanted to kiss her so badly.
Sabrina turned away, clearing her throat. A quiet ding notified Domino of a text on her phone. She checked it as inconspicuously as she could.
Sabrina: Can we share a car? I don’t want to go alone in a rideshare at this time of night a bit drunk. My couch is very comfortable. I’ll drive you back in the morning?
Domino nodded and cleared her throat, turning back to where her parents sat, looking solemn. "Sabrina has a stomach ache. All that cheese on the lasagna, you know? So we're going to go,” Domino said quickly, standing from the couch.
Billie at least tried to hide her grin, but Vero laughed, much to the confusion of the rest of the Rush family.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Sabrina," Vero said quickly to cover it up. "I hope you feel much better soon."
"Get lots of rest," Billie said, the corners of her mouth threatening to tug into a grin at any moment.
"Drink lots of fluids," Mom said, giving Domino an air cheek kiss. "I hope it's not something contagious." She eyed Sabrina as though she should be quarantined.
"I'm sure I'll be fine as soon as Domino gets me home," Sabrina said pleasantly.
Vero snickered, which drew concerned looks from Matt and Holly.
"So nice to meet you all," Sabrina said. They stood and began to make their way to the front door. Domino tried to walk in a straight-ish line.
A low growl came from somewhere near the foyer. Martha.
Mom sighed and walked past them to scoop up the dog. "She has just been so cranky since she went blind. The poor thing," she said.
"She's always been cranky. She's been cranky since day one," Domino said, walking past the terrifying dog and her mother.
"She gets it from your mother," Dad joked from somewhere behind her.
Domino laughed, waving again and trying not to shove Sabrina out of the front door.
Sabrina burst out laughing as soon as they were out of sight of the front door, rounding the side of the garage where Domino's car was parked.
The rideshare pulled up quickly.
Domino climbed in the backseat first, and Sabrina followed.
As the car pulled out of the neighborhood, Domino watched the familiar palm trees slide past the windows. She wasn’t drunk, but she was definitely too far gone to drive.
She looked over at Sabrina, who seemed to be in the same situation.
Sabrina smiled back at her, adjusting her legs to be crossed. Her hand touched Domino’s and her eyes widened.
Domino felt it, too. They had touched before, but something about the dark backseat, the tension in the air, and the way Sabrina was looking at her made Domino feel brave.
She took Sabrina’s hand in hers, linking their fingers together. She rubbed her thumb over Sabrina’s soft skin, looking down at their hands. At how well they fit together.
It was funny how a simple touch of hands made her stomach twist in butterflies. It felt strangely intimate, holding Sabrina’s hand.
The lights overhead lit Sabrina up like a strobe light as they passed underneath them. She saw that Sabrina had a shy smile on her face as she stared straight ahead, as though she was getting extra bashful about the innocence of their touch.
That shy smile did funny things to Domino.
They stayed in tenuous silence until they pulled up to Sabrina’s house. They unlocked hands and climbed out of the car.
“Thanks,” Domino said, closing the door behind her.
Sabrina was giving her a curious look.
“Everything okay?” Domino asked.
“Sure,” Sabrina said, turning back around to walk up the front steps and unlock the door.
The lights were off and Isla’s door stood open. “I guess she’s out for the night,” Sabrina said, glancing around.
Domino nodded, watching Sabrina. It looked as though she wanted to say something, but kept second-guessing herself.
“So, do you have extra blankets for the couch?” Domino asked. “And a glass of water?”
Sabrina nodded, opening an ottoman to point to blankets before walking into the kitchen.
She came back with water, setting it on the end table. “Do you need, uh, pajamas?” She asked, swallowing as though the word pajamas felt scandalous.
“Sure,” Domino said, shrugging.
Sabrina walked down the hallway without another word and returned after a moment with a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. “Well, uh, sleep tight,” she said, then leaned forward to kiss Domino on the cheek.
Domino read the lean incorrectly and turned the wrong way, making their lips touch in an awkward, quick kiss.
“Wrong way,” Domino joked. “Sorry.”
Sabrina bit her lower lip, then turned on her heel and disappeared back down the hallway.
Well, that was weird. Domino shook her head and turned on a lamp, shutting off the overhead ard light. She kicked off her shoes and changed into the offered pajama bottoms.
She arranged the pillows, changed her t-shirt, and turned off her light. As she pulled the blanket over her, she heard footsteps in the hall, then the hallway light flipped back on.
“Everything okay?” Domino asked, rubbing at her eyes.
Sabrina stood awkwardly in the hallway.
"I feel really silly saying it aloud," Sabrina said, fidgeting with the subtle ruffles around the neckline of the dress.
“Do you need help with your dress?” Domino asked.
“No,” Sabrina said, shaking her head.
"Would you rather do charades?" Domino joked.
Sabrina laughed, surprised. “No, what I mean is, I think,” She shook her head, and then closed the distance between them in two long strides. She grabbed Domino by the shirt and pulled her close, then claimed her mouth possessively.
Domino was shocked, not expecting that level of boldness. But if there was one thing she knew, it was that Sabrina Meloy bewildered her.
And she loved that.
She wrapped Sabrina in her arms, parting her lips to kiss Sabrina with all of the passion that she had been withholding.
Their first kiss had been tentative, desperate, but this one was all emotion, all of the pent up feelings she had been holding in the past few days.
This time, it was Sabrina asking the question, and Domino's answer was a clear yes.
She gripped the fabric of Sabrina's dress in her hands.
Sabrina quickly pulled back, her voice almost breathless. "Don't you dare rip my dress," she said. "Someone very special gave me this dress."
"Oh, did they now?" Domino said with a grin, moving her hands to hold either side of Sabrina's face as she kissed her again.
Sabrina's fingers dug into her back, insistent and impatient, and their bodies moved in sync, as Domino moved her mouth to worship the soft skin of Sabrina's neck.
“I lied. I think I do need help with my dress,” Sabrina said, then turned and playfully ran down the hallway.
Chapter Ten
Sabrina
Sabrina laughed as she ran into her bedroom, but nerves made her stomach clench.
Domino walked slowly up the hallway, as if wanting to savor the moment. Sabrina felt the tension rise between them even more.
The excitement. The intrigue. The way her cheeks hurt from smiling.
"I wanted to be all sexy-like, but I couldn't get my dress off by myself," Sabrina said.
"This seems to be a problem you have often," Domino said,
Sabrina rolled her eyes and turned around, holding her hair out of the way. "Or maybe I'm just fulfilling one of my own fantasies," she said, closing her eyes as Domino dragged the zipper of the dress open.
"So, you've been thinking about this moment from the very first night you stayed over at my place?"
Domino whispered.
Sabrina grinned. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said. "That night never happened."
Domino chuckled, letting the dress slide open in the back. She gently pushed it over Sabrina's shoulders and leaned forward to place a soft kiss on Sabrina's shoulder.
Sabrina’s entire body tingled with anticipation.
"Is it because you don't remember?" Domino whispered.
"Oh, I remember quite a lot," Sabrina said. Way too much. ”At least, I remember that ."
Domino pushed the dress over Sabrina's shoulders and breasts, then helped her out of the arms. The dress slipped down over her hips and then Sabrina gingerly stepped out of it, placing it gently on top of the dresser.
Sabrina was much less gentle with Domino's clothing, nearly ripping off her sweatpants. She nipped the tender skin decorated with a floral tattoo on Domino’s shoulder.
"You're sure this is what you want?" Domino asked again, stepping out of the pants and kicking them aside.
"I've thought long and hard about this," Sabrina said, shivering as Domino’s hands ran gently over her arms. The feather-light touch made goosebumps rise all over her body.
"And?" Domino said, her voice hitching higher as she watched Sabrina climb onto the bed, sitting near the pillows.
"And I very much want this," Sabrina said, her cheeks reddening with the admission.
Domino grinned, climbing onto the bed after her. She hooked an arm around Sabrina's knees and pulled her down so that she was lying with her head on the pillow.
Sabrina's breathing quickened as her eyes followed Domino’s. She had an intensity in her eyes that Sabrina hadn’t witnessed before.
Domino reached down, sliding Sabrina’s underwear over her ass and pushing it down her legs. Domino sat up and helped pull them all the way off.
She leaned back, bracing her weight on her palm as she looked over Sabrina’s body. "You are stunning," she said.
Sabrina smiled, closing her eyes. "Thanks," she said, feeling intensely self-conscious suddenly, reaching an arm as if to cover herself.
Domino grabbed her arm and held it above her head.
Sabrina's eyes opened and she stared up at Domino with raised eyebrows in surprise. The intensity flared between them.
“You’re sure?” Domino whispered, nuzzling Sabrina’s neck.
“Please, yes, fuck me,” Sabrina begged.
Domino grinned and shifted, bearing her weight on her side as she faced Sabrina.
She dipped her head to claim her mouth, her tongue sliding past Sabrina’s lips, as she released Sabrina’s wrists and reached a hand down between Sabrina's legs, her fingers sliding over the warm, damp folds. She was ready, beyond ready, and Domino slid a finger inside of her, then another, her thumb finding Sabrina's clit as she moved her hand in rhythm.
Sabrina nipped at Domino’s lower lip, her fingers digging into Domino’s arms and shoulders. She ran her hands over Domino’s body and reached to cup Domino’s breast in her hand, rolling the warm, soft nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
Domino moaned, the sound so soft Sabrina almost thought she’d imagined it, and buried her face in Sabrina's neck, and Sabrina was enveloped in the lush eucalyptus scent of her hair. Domino turned her head, her breath warm on Sabrina's ear as licked and nipped the sensitive skin there.
Sabrina lifted her hips in time with Domino's hand. It wasn't long before she was clutching Domino, her nails digging into Domino's back, begging for release, calling out Domino’s name.
She shattered with a loud moan, her arms wrapped around Domino's body. Domino brushed her hair back from her forehead, kissing her cheeks and neck as she slowly came back to earth.
"Holy moly," she whispered, kissing Domino's bare shoulder.
"Ah, there she is," Domino said with a grin.
Sabrina grinned and shifted, flipping Domino onto her back with surprising force. "Oh, I have a few ideas," she said.
The comforting, rich scent of coffee woke Sabrina up. She opened her eyes, looking around the room. Domino was nowhere in sight, but judging from the singing coming from down the hallway, she was in the kitchen.
The night before had been… interesting. Sure, she had liquid courage to back up her decision, but for her to have taken that step first…
Just a few days earlier she had only wanted to be friends, and now, well, she had no idea what she wanted.
That was okay, right? She sighed.
Sabrina rolled over and checked her phone. 180 Instagram notifications stared back at her, with more rolling in by the second. She unlocked her phone and opened the app, pushing her unruly curls out of her face.
The day before, she had published a blog post then shared it to her social media accounts about Domino's linen closet, complete with matching labeled baskets for sheets and spare blankets.
It had surprised her that Domino had so many extra guest linens until she realized that Domino had so much extra of every item in her house. She had five or six pairs of sheets, six extra pillows, tons of extra towels...
She scrolled through her notifications to find that the image had over 7,000 likes and nearly 200 comments.
She had dozens of DMs and requests for her to organize other's places. But one of the best DM by far was from a local news show, who wanted to feature her in an upcoming segment on Winter Cleaning –– apparently dubbed the new Spring Cleaning. She rolled her eyes about that, but the chance was a huge one.
Another DM was from her favorite home decor magazine, Decor, asking to feature Domino's finished house in an article with professional photography with her organizing tips.
She nearly squealed with delight.
She hopped out of bed and looked around for something to wear. She found pajama shorts in the closet and pulled them on with a tank top from her dresser.
She ventured down the hallway into the kitchen.
"Good morning," Domino said cheerily. Her hair was wet and smelled fresh, like Sabrina’s shampoo. She was standing in front of the stove, preparing a couple of omelettes.
"Well, isn't this a sight for sore eyes?" Sabrina said as Domino turned, handing her a mug of warm coffee.
"Right back atcha. I don't think that shirt has ever looked better," Domino said with a grin.
“So, last night,” Sabrina began. She wasn’t completely sure how to read Domino’s cheery mood.
“Can be a one time thing,” Domino started, looking casual.
Sabrina flinched, not expecting that to feel so harsh.
“Or, it can be something that we explore without panicking,” Domino said with a wink.
Sabrina frowned, looking as though she was considering the proposition.
“I think maybe the latter, if you’re…” She cleared her throat, feeling embarrassed.
“If I’m…” Domino questioned, her eyes widening.
“Up for it?” Sabrina said, her voice reaching an impossibly high octave.
Domino grinned. “I’m up for repeating last night a few more times. Just to figure it out. For science,” she teased.
"I have morning breath or else I'd kiss you," Sabrina said, sipping her coffee instead.
"Well, as long as it's because of the morning breath and not a deep sense of regret," Domino said with a smirk.
Sabrina pretended to consider it. "Hmm, not yet, but I'll keep you updated," she joked. She leaned against the counter and watched Domino.
"I thought you didn't cook," Sabrina said, tilting her head.
“Is this a pizza joke?" Domino asked, glancing over her shoulder.
Sabrina giggled. “No, I promise,” she said. ”I only say it on account of there being boots in the oven at your place," Sabrina said, blinking.
Domino reached down and opened the oven. There were more pancakes stacked on a cookie sheet, staying warm. “No boots,” she said.
“Yeah, because I’m a normal person who doesn’t keep clothing items in the oven.” Sabrina laughed and unlocked her phone. “
Switching subjects entirely, can I show you something kind of exciting?"
"Always," Domino said, looking at her phone curiously.
Sabrina recounted the viral post and the messages from the news show and the magazine.
"That's amazing," Domino said with an excited laugh. "I'm so proud of you. And proud that my linen hoarding could help you with your big break."
"There's just one catch," Sabrina said, feeling a bit sheepish for not bringing it up earlier.
Domino arched a brow.
"Well, the magazine wants to shoot the photos in two weeks," she said.
Domino shrugged. "Okay, what's the catch there?"
"I'm saying that everything has to be ready to be photographed in two weeks," Sabrina said, raising her eyebrows to drive home the point.
"Oh, is that a short amount of time?" Domino asked, looking around Sabrina’s perfectly organized house.
Sabrina nodded. "Yes, that is a very short amount of time."
"I guess you're going to need my help, then," Domino said, sliding an omelette onto a plate and passing it to her.
"I don't want to inconvenience you, but maybe. I may even need to hire a short-term assistant," Sabrina said, taking her plate over to the couch. “Did you get up at 1am to cook this elaborate pancake breakfast?" She teased.
Domino sat next to her at the table. "Maybe. Or maybe I just never slept last night because some very sexy woman kept me up until all hours doing unspeakable things."
Sabrina snorted. "Well, it didn't seem to interfere with my peaceful night's rest," she said, rolling her eyes.
Domino shrugged, leaning over to kiss Sabrina's shoulder. "Sleep is for the weak.”
Domino snored from the couch in her own house as Sabrina went over her list. After breakfast, they had driven to get Domino’s car from Yorba Linda, then went to Domino’s house to get started on the big project.
She tapped the crystal end of her pen on her notepad, walking through the house, looking for what she might have missed. There was so much to do in the next two weeks. She took a deep breath, willing herself not to panic.
She took out her phone to text Isla.
Sabrina: You alive?
Isla: Mostly.
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