“Don’t be sorry,” Dom told Dusty. “Ideally, you would’ve never known, or if you did, it would be at a later date. While there’s only 2 years between us, there was nothing either of us could do to shape what has happened to us. The purpose of history is to understand it and not repeat the same mistakes,” he added, “Not perform oral sex on your high school history teacher because you didn’t know the War of 1812 was fought in 1812.” He mentioned that to make sure that she knew that he was always there, watching over her as he was supposed to.
“When I sleep, I sleep,” he said as she mentioned some ideas for them to try. “Most of the time, it’s about nothing. The other times, it’s some stuff that was good, some bad. Aside from how you enter through your subconscious, I can only enter through magic, as you saw back in the park. I don’t know if holding you while we both sleep at the same time would allow me passage that way,” Dom added as he thought about some of the possibilities that may exist. He had spent time thinking about how to get her safely to their world when the time will come, but not of this. “An alarm might work. About 4 or 5 hours to start off, to make sure everything is good?” he inquired as he wrapped his arm around her while the aroma of the chicken started to fill the area.
“As far as how we met…” he said as he scratched his chin, “…I remember it was about a month ago. We were both at a party on campus. I was meeting some friends and you were there rage drinking and wanting to rage fuck since you just broke up with your ex. We talked and you tried hitting on me,” he said with a smile, figuring she wouldn’t object to what he was staying so far. “I helped you back to your dorm room, you still wanted to ‘jump my bones’,” Dom added referencing to what she had said before. He leaned over and kissed her cheek gently. “I texted you the next morning, made sure you were OK and not completely hung over. Then the ‘incident’ happened and I stopped by to make sure you were alright. I met your parents who grilled me with millions of questions until I was allowed to take you out to just hang out, then we went out twice, figuring you’d give a nice guy a chance for once, and now,” he said with a sly grin, “We’ve known each other a month and you’re cooking for me and told me you might crash here and if things keep going as good as they have, you’ll be moving in here with me in two weeks.” He pulled her closer to him as he asked his hand on her hip “Is that how you remember it, dear?” He was curious as to if she would change their story much, if at all. He knew that they would need to have to be in perfect unison with how they met. He also figured he would probably suggest spending part of the night learning more about what each other liked, hated, and so forth.
“When I sleep, I sleep,” he said as she mentioned some ideas for them to try. “Most of the time, it’s about nothing. The other times, it’s some stuff that was good, some bad. Aside from how you enter through your subconscious, I can only enter through magic, as you saw back in the park. I don’t know if holding you while we both sleep at the same time would allow me passage that way,” Dom added as he thought about some of the possibilities that may exist. He had spent time thinking about how to get her safely to their world when the time will come, but not of this. “An alarm might work. About 4 or 5 hours to start off, to make sure everything is good?” he inquired as he wrapped his arm around her while the aroma of the chicken started to fill the area.
“As far as how we met…” he said as he scratched his chin, “…I remember it was about a month ago. We were both at a party on campus. I was meeting some friends and you were there rage drinking and wanting to rage fuck since you just broke up with your ex. We talked and you tried hitting on me,” he said with a smile, figuring she wouldn’t object to what he was staying so far. “I helped you back to your dorm room, you still wanted to ‘jump my bones’,” Dom added referencing to what she had said before. He leaned over and kissed her cheek gently. “I texted you the next morning, made sure you were OK and not completely hung over. Then the ‘incident’ happened and I stopped by to make sure you were alright. I met your parents who grilled me with millions of questions until I was allowed to take you out to just hang out, then we went out twice, figuring you’d give a nice guy a chance for once, and now,” he said with a sly grin, “We’ve known each other a month and you’re cooking for me and told me you might crash here and if things keep going as good as they have, you’ll be moving in here with me in two weeks.” He pulled her closer to him as he asked his hand on her hip “Is that how you remember it, dear?” He was curious as to if she would change their story much, if at all. He knew that they would need to have to be in perfect unison with how they met. He also figured he would probably suggest spending part of the night learning more about what each other liked, hated, and so forth.