"Dominik, I ..."
"Please…" It was a groan, desperate and hot. Andrzej felt Śliwiński's fingers clenching desperately on his shirt. Wonderful eyes looked at him with such plea that it was impossible to refuse.
"How can I be sure that you will not change your mind ...?"
"I'll never lie to you or cheat on you. I love you. That's why ... that's why..."
His breathing was heavy, desperate. Dominik could be terribly stubborn, and he probably would never have allowed himself to beg him like that if he hadn't encouraged himself with alcohol. The actor hardly ever drank except for occasional toasts, so the mere fact that he had consumed more alcohol at the party today was disturbing. The last days when they fought each other over the script must have been harder for him than Andrzej could have expected. It wasn't just a lack of sex. What exactly, Nowicki could not say, but since Dominik goes so far, it would be cruel to keep him at bay.
