Dominic stared at her for a while. He shut his eyes for a split second, drew in a deep breath, and parted his lips.
"You shouldn't have drank too much last night," he said changing the topic. "You put yourself at risk last night,"
Celeste nodded. She took another sip from the coffee, and looked around. "Where did you sleep?"
"I have another room,"
"You should have taken me home," Celeste said softly, "You should have saved your bed from me,"
Dominic climbed the bed slowly. Celeste pulled away. Dominic pushed forward, until she was laying trapped between his hands.
"I didn't let you go because I was incapable of doing that,"
Dominic's presence was steady, intense, and unwavering. His arms braced on either side of her as he stared down at her, with calm eyes. Celeste's breathing was uneven, and it wasn't from the hangover anymore. It was from him.
"I didn't let you go because I was incapable of doing that," he repeated, his voice lower now, almost a whisper. "Let that sink in,"
