Samanta and Dominik fused together in a warm embrace. There, away from everyone, they finally felt free. Even for the short amount of time they had known each other, there was a certain chemistry between them. Almost as if their souls had previously met in another life. She felt comfortable and uninhibited with him. Dominik felt like he had never felt with a woman, in fact, nobody else before. His heart rejoiced and sometimes he thought it would explode from so much pleasure in it.
“I am very much in love with you” whispered Dom.
Sam remained silent, words were not coming out of her mind.
Dominik started planting short kisses on the lady's neck, climbing up to her face, spreading some more throughout her skin. He stopped and finally looked into Sam's eyes, they had a beautiful sparkle. a soft tingle in his stomach made him smile.
“Where have you brought me to?” He asked.
“This is the bed of the Los Angeles river. It's my special place. I come here when I need to be alone to think…”
“But you are not alone” he said, a little bit confused.
“And I'm scared, Dominik. I don't want to be alone ever again. When I first saw you, all I could think of was wanting to see you again, and again, and again.”
He came closer to her, a little more and set his eyes on hers.
Samanta was mesmerized by the blue eyes looking back at her, she wanted to stop time at that exact moment, but abrupt reality became latent, making her fall flat on the ground.
“This isn't going to work” she broke the silence.
He stood back a little to get a better view of her. He loved that beautiful face.
“What?” Those words burst his bubble.
“Look at us. Running away from everybody just to get some privacy.
“We are not running, I only want to protect you from them. I saw something this afternoon that upset me. I don’t want them to harass you. No. I don’t want that for you.”
“It is the price to pay for being with you.”
“It is a blessing and a curse.”
“Don't say that. People adore you, respect you… They look up to you!”
“I don’t have a life of my own. Since I was a child, I have never know what it is like to have friends, or dating a girl without seeing our faces on tabloids.”
“Dominik. Who are you trying to fool? That is your life, it will always be…”
“I don’t understand, Sam. Before I met you I only wanted one thing The World Cup. Now all I want is to be with you. I can only think of you.”
“Let's not make things complicated…”
“No, you are complicating things, just let everything flow” he interrupted.
“This won't end well, you know it. One of us will get hurt and I don't want to be that person.
“I will not hurt you.”
“Dominik don't make this so hard.”
“Damn it, Sam! We are too old to be playing games, these feelings just happen, you have to live them and enjoy them, without complications.”
“You make it sound so pretty, but…”
Sam could not finish her phrase, Dominik silenced her with a kiss. A soft kiss, the kind that take your breath away. A vibrant kiss that shakes you to the core, a kiss with a foundation. The world no longer existed, only their lips.
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