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length of her calf in a purely possessive manner. He finally stopped to toy with the African
beaded anklet she wore.
Dom tried to smother her groan when she felt Trin snuggle his head deeper against the
junction of her thighs. The movie she had been waiting for, had just come on. The opening
credits were rolling, but she was more concerned with the scene taking place on her couch. Trin
began to place moist, open-mouthed kisses to her inner thigh. He teased her for a while, before
turning over to face her. His strong arms were braced on either side of her body.
As one of Trin's hands ventured beneath Dom's tiny T-shirt, his sexy midnight gaze snapped
to her face. "You want me to stop?" He asked.
Dom shook her head, her lovely hazel eyes never leaving his mouth. "We shouldn't be doing
this." She cautioned, her voice was as soft as the look in her eyes.
Trin nodded once, his eyes never leaving her face. "But, do you want me to stop?"
"Uh-uh."
Trin smiled softly at the tiny admission. He caressed the center of her body with teasing
fingers. Dom threw her head back and enjoyed the sensation of the caress. Trin smothered her
gasps when he pressed his mouth to hers and thrust his tongue deep inside. Dom trailed her
hands over the heavily muscled length of his thighs, moaning her disappointment when he
moved away to push the coffee table further away from the sofa.
Making love was the only thing on their minds.
***
Two weeks had already passed since Dom returned home. In that time, she busied herself
becoming reacquainted with her life. She visited family and old friends alike. Everyone was
happier than words could express with the knowledge that she was alive and well. Things were
progressing more smoothly than she had ever hoped. Everything, except her relationship with her
husband. Dominique could tell that Trin was confused and hurt by her distance, that intensified
even after they'd made love. It was tearing her apart, but the return of her memory, brought back
the confusion and hurt she had struggled with before the accident.
"Hello? Dominique Salem."
"Honey, do you know how good that sounds in my ear?"
Dom smiled when she heard her friend and news manager Marshall Greene on the other end
of the phone. "Marshall? Didn't I just see you two days ago?"
"Yes, you did. But I still need to keep convincing myself that this is real."
"It is, but you call as much as you need to."
Marshall chuckled. "Thanks, but um the reason I'm calling is because after you left, Peaches
and I were thinking about having a party."
"Mmm hmm and I was your inspiration to throw it?" Dom teased.
"That's right, we'd be giving it for you."
Dom was stunned. "Marshall...No Marshall."
"Yes."
"No. That's too much."
"You damn right it is. Girl, you just came back from the dead!"
Dom shook her head at Marshall's bellowing. "You don't have to remind me of that."
"Well, can we throw this party without a hassle from you or not?"
Dominique still thought a party in her honor, may've been a bit much. But the idea was
exciting her more and more.
"Oh alright, Marshall." She finally sighed, knowing he wouldn't give up until she said yes.
"Good. We'll start making the plans right away."
"Whoa Marshall! Hold it. Now I want this small. I don't need any big throw downs." Dom
warned him.
"Whatever you say! Whatever you say! We'll give you a call!" Marshall was already
dismissing Dom's warnings for nothing too spectacular. He hung up quickly afterwards.
***
Martika Salem was decked out in an oversized green T-shirt, a pair of bell-bottomed blue
jeans and white Reeboks. A large wide-brimmed straw hat covered her curly silver hair.
Trin had just walked through the tall, wooden gate and found his mother toiling in her
impressive garden. She was in the process of retrieving the cherry tomatoes from their vines and
inspected each one for the tiniest imperfections. Smiling, Trin stooped down behind her and
wrapped his arms around her tiny frame.
"What's goin' on?" He whispered in her ear, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.
Martika smiled and relished her son's embrace. "Same ol', same ol' with me. But I should be
asking about you...and Dominique."
The easy smile faded from Trin's handsome face and he sighed. Martika saw that he was
about to stand and she grabbed his hand. "Uh-uh, stay here and make yourself useful." She said,
digging in her tool box for a pair of work gloves which she slapped into her son's hand.
"Ma-'
"Stop whining and tell me what the problem is."
Trin attempted to make use of the gloves that were way too small for his hands. "Why does
there have to be a problem?" He asked.
Martika continued gathering her tomatoes. "Your lovely wife is finally home and you're here
in my garden."
Trin bowed his head and sighed. "I'm scared." He admitted.
The two words caught and held Martika's attention. "Scared of what?"
"Domino's been acting real funny."
"Is she getting her memory back?"
Trin slapped the gloves against his palm. "I don't think so, but she did call me by my
nickname a while back."
"And?...Baby what's the problem?"
"Ma, that was about two weeks ago and ever since then it's like she's been pulling away
from me."
Martika, who knew about the heavy problems in her son's marriage, was very concerned by
the solemn tone in his voice. More than anything, she wanted the young couple to work past their
differences. Unfortunately, their 'differences' had almost been the downfall of the marriage and
Dom may have been unwilling to work it out.
"Are you still seeing Doctor Starks?" Martika asked.
Trin's head snapped up at his mother's mention of the therapist he'd been visiting since
before Dom's accident. No one knew about it, but Martika.
"I haven't seen him since Domino got back."
"Are you going to?"
Trin tossed the work gloves to the ground and stood. "Ma, I got more important things to
worry about here." He snapped.
Martika, still kneeling on the ground, rubbed her hand along Trin's calf. "Sweetie, I know
you have other things to worry about, but if Dominique's remembering-"
"She may not remember that."
"Do you really believe that?"
Trin remained silent. The look in his onyx eyes was very uncertain.
"Honey, this is your marriage and the way you choose to handle it is your business."
Trin looked down at his mother and frowned. "I came here for some advice, so could you
please help me a little?"
Martika shrugged. "Alright. Fine. Trin, Dominique may not remember, but I'd talk to her
about it anyway if I were you. If you think she's pulling away from you now, imagine how she'll
react when she remembers how you treated her."
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