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When he had mentioned he had a request for her, she felt obligated to at least hear him out. After all, he had listened to her incessant whining about herself over the past month, so it seemed only fair.
But now that they were actually here, she was having second thoughts.
"We can't do this." Domino whispered, glancing over her shoulder at the empty park. It seemed much too open; any of her "bodyguards" could easily snap a picture of them, if she hadn't done a good enough job of ditching them.
"Why not?" Vicious leaned back on the bench.
"Because it's so out in the open! I'm afraid. If He finds out then something bad will happen and..." She broke off sniffling, and quickly covered her face with her hands so he couldn't see. "Now you've made me cry, you bastard!"
"Why the hell are you crying?" He threw his hands up in exasperation. "And how is it my fault? Good god. Are you on your period?"
Domino slapped him, but not too hard. "I don't get periods, you insensitive clout! I'm on the shot."
"Great, even better!" He growled. "Women and their hormones drive me insane." Without warning, he grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her into a passionate kiss. It was much different than she had expected-- wet and warm and hungry all at once. The mutual attraction she could feel in it made something leap pleasantly in her stomach.
She pulled away from him, her heart beating so hard she was afraid it would explode. "Not here." She shook her head. "Let's go somewhere more secluded. Somewhere no one will see us."