Music Recommendation: Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift.
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Dominic reached for her. One hand traced a tender line up her spine, as his lips descended to claim her mouth again. However, Celeste twisted away.
"Don't," she whispered, breathless.
Before he could pull her back, she had already slipped from the sheets. Her legs wobbled as they touched the floor, and her knees threatened to give out, but she straightened her back, with her heart racing, as she reached for her clothes scattered across the room.
"Celeste—" his voice was low, with a mixture of command and plea. He pushed himself up on one elbow, with sweat on his bare chest gleaming under the dim light.
He couldn't remember the last time he pleaded with someone but right now, he could be on his knees, begging her if she wants. He hated how much control she had over him.
She didn't turn around as she pulled omr of his shirt over her head.
