I Want To Kiss You

Selena’s POV

Okay.

So.

I won.

I freaking won.

I can’t even explain how my heart felt when they called my name. It was like they snapped into a smile before my brain even caught up. My chest felt tight and warm at the same time. My hands shook a little. Maybe a lot. I couldn’t even look straight at the crowd. Everyone was clapping and cheering and someone actually yelled my name but it all felt… muffled. Like I was underwater.

But his eyes weren’t muffled.

Nope.

Dominic was leaning on the back wall of the hall, arms crossed, and his eyes— those grey eyes that don’t even look like they belong to a human — were on me. Watching me. That stupid little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Like he already knew I was going to win before I even did. Like it wasn’t even a question.

I hate how much my chest fluttered seeing him there.

And then. Then the worst thing happened.

He mouthed at me.

“Told you.”

And then the bastard just walked out like he hadn’t just made my stomach drop and my cheeks go hot all at once.

After I got home that evening I couldn't stop thinking about him.

So of course I went after him. I don’t even remember weaving through the people. Somebody tried to stop me to congratulate me but I brushed them off and all I could think was I had to find him. Ask him. Yell at him maybe. Something.

The air outside was cold on my skin. I wrapped my arms around myself but kept walking fast. The sky was already dark and the lamps on the street buzzed faintly. I could see him up ahead. His broad back. The way his hands were shoved in his pockets. Like nothing mattered.

I don’t know what possessed me but I said it.

“Hey. You. Stop walking.”

Very classy Selena.

He actually stopped. Just like that.

When he turned around his smirk was still there.

I didn’t even care about the smile pulling at his lips anymore. Or maybe I did. My hand trembled when I pointed at him.

“You said you’d tell me. If I won. So talk. What’s your deal?”

He didn’t answer. He tilted his head at me though, which was even more annoying.

I walked closer. My footsteps were loud in the quiet.

“Why are you smiling like that? Huh? You look like you’re enjoying this too much.”

He chuckled. It was low and warm and it made something in my stomach twist.

“I told you you’d win,” he finally said.

That stupid cocky tone of his.

“I know you told me,” I shot back. “And you were right. Fine. So what. Tell me why you said that. What do you know? What aren’t you saying?”

He stepped closer.

I froze.

His shoes scraped against the concrete and my breath hitched and suddenly I didn’t feel so brave anymore.

“You really want to know?” he asked, his voice lower now. Softer somehow but it still cut through me.

“Yes,” I said. But it came out all wobbly.

One more step and he was standing right in front of me now. His body blocking out the streetlight behind him. His shadow falling over me.

“You don’t get it, do you?” he murmured.

My lips parted. My hand actually went up to his chest but I stopped halfway.

“Get what?” I asked.

He leaned closer. His breath was warm against my cheek.

“That every time I look at you,” he said, his eyes boring into mine, “all I can think about… is how much I want to kiss you senseless. To taste you until you forget everything but me.”

Oh god.

Oh my god.

I swear my knees went weak. My hand actually touched his chest then because I had to hold onto something. My heart was pounding so hard it actually hurt a little.

I swallowed but my throat felt dry.

“Why… why me?” I whispered.

He didn’t even blink. His hand came up and he brushed a piece of my hair back. The tips of his fingers grazed my cheek and I swear I actually shivered.

“Because you feel like mine,” he said simply.

My breath caught.

I stared at him. My hand was trembling against his chest now. My lips felt dry.

“You can’t just say things like that,” I murmured.

“I can if they’re true,” he said, even closer now.

His thumb brushed my jawline and my head tilted without me even realizing it.

“Dominic…” I started but the word just… fell away.

He stared at me for a long second. His grey eyes almost glowing in the dark. And then—

He kissed me.

Oh god.

He kissed me.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was everything I didn’t even know I wanted.

His hands went to my waist, pulling me closer, and my back hit the wall behind me. I gasped and his mouth swallowed it up. His lips were warm and firm and demanding and mine just… gave in.

My fingers curled into his jacket and I clung to him because my legs didn’t feel steady anymore. My head spun. My lips felt like they were on fire.

He tilted his head and deepened the kiss and my hand actually shot up to grip the back of his neck because I thought I might fall over.

His tongue swept against mine and my whole body actually jolted. I winced a little at how hard my back hit the wall when he pressed closer but then I didn’t even care.

His hand slipped under my hair and cupped the back of my head and all I could do was kiss him back.

God his mouth was addictive. Every little thing he did made my stomach flip.

When he finally pulled back just barely, his forehead rested against mine. His breath was uneven and his thumb was still stroking my cheek.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered.

I couldn’t even form words.

He leaned in again and kissed me softer this time but it still left me breathless.

“I said tell me to stop,” he murmured against my lips.

“I… can’t,” I admitted in a shaky voice.

He smiled then. A real smile.

“That’s what I thought,” he said.

I couldn’t even look at him. My lips felt swollen. My chest rose and fell fast and my hands still wouldn’t let go of his jacket.

“Dominic,” I managed, my voice hoarse.

“Hmm?” he murmured, brushing his nose lightly against mine.

“You… you can’t just…”

“I can,” he cut me off. His smirk was back. His thumb slid over my lower lip.

“You liked it,” he added.

I slapped his chest weakly but didn’t move away.

“You’re such a jerk,” I muttered.

“And yet,” he said, his voice smug now, “you’re still holding onto me.”

I hated that he was right.

My hand finally let go and I shoved him lightly away even though my face was probably bright red now.

He stepped back but his eyes stayed on me, dark and amused and something else I couldn’t name.

“See you tomorrow, Lena,” he said, his tone lazy but his lips still curved into that devilish little smile.

He walked off down the alley like nothing had even happened.

I stood there for another full minute, my fingers brushing over my lips, my chest still heaving.

And for the first time, I didn’t even care if this was all a mistake.

I just wanted more.