Ava's POV “Get off me, Dom,” I complained, squirming beneath him with a small frown. The annoyance in my voice was real, but so was the warmth hiding underneath it. "You don't get to act all cute right now.”“I think you're going to run away if I let go of you right now,” Dominic said, his face so close to mine that I could feel his hot breath on my face. My brows pulled together, as I looked at him, “Run away? To where exactly?” I shot back, not in a harsh way, “And did you drink yourself to stupor again?” “Shoot, am I that obvious?” He asked, lifting one hand from the floor and blowing air onto his palm, then sniffed it like a dog. Whatever the smell was like, it made him push his head backwards with his face laced with disgust, “Hmmm, that's something.”“Yeah, it's something. I can't take anymore of that horrid smell too, so get off me.” I said, my voice carrying that edge of irritation reserved only for people I care about.“You didn't mean that,” he muttered, leaning in to kis
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