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𝘧𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺 15, 2024 10:52𝘢𝘮
𝖎𝖓𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾
𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 .

𝕬S SOON AS suminar was introduced to the fike household, it was as if she was always home. the first couple hours of her being at dominic's house consisted of madison and dominic's little sister, apollonia (apple), fangirling.

the first person that introduced themselves to suminar was not infact dominic's mom but a toddler. two tiny feet came running over and hugged dominic's legs, his curly hair wilding sticking out from every angle.

"there he is. the real man of the house," he jokes and lets go of suminar's suitcase before picking the little boy up and resting him on his hip.

"sumi', this is my nephew, kiyo. kiyo, this is suminar. say hi," he points to her.

"it's so nice to meet you, little man. hi," she waves but kiyo doesn't respond. he just blushes before burying his head in dominic's shoulder.

"she makes you nervous? welcome to my world, dude."

"is this my new daughter-in-law?!"

the girls practically bombarded suminar; alex barely even got a chance to say hi himself. jessica, madison and apollonia had a million questions, a million compliments and a million conversation topics.

"we watch your shit all the time," apollonia enthuses and dominic grabs her by the ear playfully. "where d'you learn to cuss from, bruh?"

"ow! you," she snaps back and he lets go of her to put her in a chokehold until she taps out. they get into a small boxing match, expectedly so, with it ending with dominic throwing her over his shoulder.

"this is cheating! you are not. fighting. fair!" she yells while sending blows to his back.

his room was very cute and much more homey in than his place in la — there was still posters on his wall, presumably ones he forgot to pack up and take with him to the city. two guitars sat in the corner of the room: the one she bought for him was sat in with an amp next to it and an acoustic.

"i didn't know you kept it here," she points out as she takes off her jacket as she enters the room for the first time. his head ducks around her to see she was gesturing to the guitar.

"yeah, well... it's all i've been able to play. as cringe as that is to say," he explains while looking at the floor like he was trying to find something.

"really?"

"ofcourse, dude. shit is a mean motherfucker to play," he mumbles as he crouches to the floor. "i feel like i overload you with the thankyous on that one but truly... thankyou for getting me that instead of just outright telling me you like me, sweetheart."

she squints her eyes. "so i get you a gift and you shade me for it?"

"i wouldn't go so far as to use a term as negative as 'shade'," he speaks from under his bed, since he'd now gotten his phone flashlight out to scope out under his bed, "i would use something lighter like uh... commentating! commentating on your shyness. and your expertise at gift giving."

"i'm not that shy."

"yeah," he stood to grab what he was looking for the entire conversation. a tv remote. typical. "not that shy. indicating you're somewhat shy."

rolling her eyes, she watches him get up while folding her arms, asking if he always has to be a smartass.

he had walked up to her by the point she'd said that. "ofcourse. it's how i win these little discourses we have," he says nonchalantly, "you also look hot when you're pissed off. it's a two for one.

the acoustic was now in her hands as she sat on his desk chair. she was playing softly, in hopes that she didn't wake him up. she was being a little bit nosy, looking around at all his stuff when she started to play. she'd forgotten how good it felt to play after not doing it for so long, getting lost in every sound she makes as her finger nimbly struck strings.

so much so she'd hardly heard dominic wake. he sits up, watching her with anticipating eyes. a small smile creeps up on his lips as he's in a trance-like state. maybe it was the fact he was still groggy, or the fact that the morning sun was making her glow but there was something so mesmerising about watching her play, particularly because he hasn't before.

she gets the feeling eyes are on her so she turns around. his curls were messy like the sheets covering his bottom half, his muscles on his abdomen were tensed due to him sitting up and the smile on his face was the most adorable thing she'd ever seen.

"sorry," she looks from left to right after she stops playing, "i didn't think you'd be able to hear..."

"i'm glad i did. good morning, by the way."

"good morning. but get up and get ready, we're heading out today and i don't wanna hold everyone up."

dominic rolls his eyes before bringing his hands up to his face to rub the sleep out of his eyes, as he fishes around for his phone while still sitting in bed.

"we all went to sleep at like- one am, i highly doubt anyone is gonna be up before us," he argues. after a look, a simple gaze was shared between the two of them, he knew she wasn't joking and hauls himself out of bed.

he walks over to where she was sat to give her a kiss on the forehead, lifting up her chin with his finger so he could leave her a peck on her lips also.

"that was gorgeous. what you were playing, by the way."

suminar picks up the acoustic guitar, eyeing it with her eyes gone star-shaped. it was woody in the centre but the edges and around it carried a dark burnt oak colour. it read 'gibson' on the head and had very pretty designs on the pick guard and bridge.

"is this all rosewood?" she asks, fascinated which made dominic fascinated with her. was his affinity for rare guitars rubbing off on her a little?

"mhm. the back and the sides and the neck is maple... and the colour all around is starburst. cost me... 20 grand, i think?"

she looks at him like he's crazy but he looks back with a very blank stare, as if he didn't get what the big deal was about spending that much. "what?"

she didn't need to be told to hold it properly, which only reminded him about the first ever conversation they had about guitars where she surprised him with knowing all she did. and turning him on by knowing it all. really turning him on.

"i remember you said you played. for a while. but then you... you gave it up?" he brings up but her eyes weren't looking at him. her fingers pluck at a few strings, letting them aid the silence she unwillingly gave him. she sets it down, her hand ghosting its side.

"sold my guitar. to pay for lalan's studio session. everytime one was in my hand after that..." she looks up at him, "felt like a reminder of who i'd let dow- i mean, y'know," she finishes and shrugs apologetically, as if she was sorry for changing the tone.

he quickly shakes his head, taking a step closer to her. he grips her chin so she's facing him, so she can feel every word as well as hear by looking at him.

"you're so loved, y'know that?" he murmurs. "y'know that, don't you baby?"

she looks down at the ground like she doesn't believe his words but he continues to speak.

"what's yours is mine. you can play any of my guitars whenever you want. there's never... never a single ounce of judgment from me, from anyone in the house, from anyone that you love, suminar, know that. you don't have to do anything except know that. okay?"

"your flattery has always been an attractive trait of yours but it won't work right now. the bathroom is," suminar ducks her head past his body to point at the door, "right behind you. you deadass cannot miss it."

he tilts his head, an eyebrow lifting up in mock curiosity. "so being talked to is like a thing for you?"

"dom, get," she turns his body around and gives him a smack on the butt, "ready."

"pervert..." he trails off as he heads to the bathroom. after freshening up and taking a quick shower, dominic walks in to see her fixing her hair. he also sees what she has on in full.

"whoa."

"what? i- aren't we going to a water park?" she asks and looks down at her outfit like something was wrong with it. there was nothing wrong with her outfit... it was the fact it was a blue bikini with a white tennis skirt covering her bottom half. enough to make her boyfriend lose his head.

he grabs her by the waist and pulls her in so their bodies are dangerously close. "suddenly got the urge to stay home. i won't need to make the bed if we just stay in it all day, right?"

"your bed is not a water park."

"i can make it one. give me," he runs his hands up and down her sides, "five, six minutes. and you wouldn't even have to take anything off."

"bro."

"shit, i can put a sock on the door right now—"

"bro," she interrupts him, "you need to learn to tone it down with the vulgar shit, remember your mother is in the same house as us, okay? i'm trying to make a lasting impression."

"right. only acceptable when i'm fucking the shit out of you, hmm?" he quips and she slaps his arm, her hand getting slightly wet seeming as though he'd just came out the shower. she could tell by just looking in his eyes this whole thing amused him but she was not happy.

dominic was quite clingy, which was starting to be revealed to her more and more. it didn't bother her, because she loved someone who all for her, it was just when she was around him she couldn't get him to shut up. he was such a slick talker, always saying stuff that gets him (and sometimes her) in trouble.

"this horny shit... you ever thought about going to therapy about that?" she teases, letting go of him as he still holds her.

"you could be my therapist."

"yeah? how?" she smooths her hands on his bare chest as she murmurs out a response. what she says was very passive but it only makes dominic pull her in closer.

"i tell you how bad i've been..." he trails off before leaning in for a kiss. one that he makes heated as he melts in her mouth, ending with pulling back her bottom lip with his teeth. it smudged her lipgloss but her fluster subsided that thought.

"and you get ontop of me and teach me how to be better. better yet, show. big believer in physical therapy," he murmurs. her eyes widen — in both shock and... well. she clears her throat before letting him get dressed and also because she would end up making herself more late if she stayed close to him.

the white tank top he had on was tight, which just pissed her off due to the fact he'd already riled her up with how he spoke to her. he had on a pair of very baggy jeans and some beat up converses that she knew he just wouldn't get out of even if she begged.

"finally! the line for the slide is gonna be so long now," apollonia exclaims in annoyance when the couple finally emerges out of dominic's bedroom.

it only causes suminar to give dominic the dirtiest look, which he returns just very sheepishly. "what did i say?" she asks and cockily waits for a response.

"okay when have y'all ever been up early for shit?!" he says as everyone shakes their head as they all leave the house.

𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐒𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐌𝐏, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐘 "𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇?"
this wasn't supposed
to be so long likeeee sumi
in florida was only supposed
to be in 2 mini little parts but
now i think both chapters will
be a bit longer ORRRR i'm
gonna chop it up into three.
the song in the mm is what
she's playing btw those tiny
little chords at the start of it.

mind you this book is gonna
end pretty soon lol. aside from
some very very cute chapters i
shall give y'all... these down are
TOGETHER together now like
what else i gotta write fr!

i love you guys thank
you for 49 NEARLY
50K wow didn't know
y'all was fw dominic
like that i thought we
was just not on his wave
but i guess y'all are
rockin with it i love u
all for sticking along ❤️‍🩹