Grayson - Page 64
I opened my door as Grayson got out, unlocking the trunk. I grabbed my suitcase as he tapped away at his phone absentmindedly.
“Thanks for… the ride,” I said, turning to head down the hill to my apartment.
“Uh huh,” he said as he leaned against his car in that graceful, seductive way that made my cock twitch.
I hoped I was doing the right thing, protecting Grayson.
Protecting myself.
CHAPTER 37
Grayson
The house was empty, as it always was at this time of day.
While I relished in the isolation, usually, this time it was not what I needed.
What I needed was Henry and his perfect mouth, his presence, his understanding.
How had everything become so complicated, so fast?
I knew the answer, but I didn’t want to admit any of it. Or my part in it.
I wanted to blame Henry and his obvious baggage. I wanted to blame Henry and his push me, pull me, brat attitude. But I knew Henry wasn’t the only factor. I’d pushed, and pushed, but I hadn’t told Henry the truth.
I’d hid the truth from myself by covering it up with steamy kisses, and tangled limbs, and drunk sex.
The truth was I was absolutely in love with Henry.
And he wanted to be friends.
The emptiness of the house echoed with my sob. I couldn’t remember the last time I cried over a man, period.
But Henry wasn’s just some casual fling.
I meant every word I said in that car.
I wanted more.
I wanted to lay in bed with Henry reading gay ghost porn, and I wanted to roast a million s’mores with him, and I wanted to watch him get all flustered trying new things.
I wanted to play push me, pull me until we both were so worked up we’d have to fight for dominance.
I wanted to dance with him at my sister’s wedding, and kiss him under the stars until he couldn’t breathe. I’d never felt like this about anyone.
I’d never fallen in love like this.
My phone rang, pulling me from my meltdown.
“You home yet?” Giselle asked when I answered, and I sighed, wiping my nose with the back of my hand as I tried to stuff down my sobs.
“Yeah,” I said, my voice shaky.
“You okay, Gray? You sound upset.”
She didn’t know the half of it.
“I’m fine, sweetheart. You guys get home okay?” I asked, trying to change the subject to anything else so I didn’t fall into deeper despair.
