Grayson - Page 66

“He said… he said he just wanted to be friends,” I breathed.

Giselle offered me a look that said, “Are you serious?”

“He’s scared, Gray. Can you blame him?”

No, I couldn’t. Not now, not when I knew why.

“I mean, anyone with eyeballs could see you two are crazy about one another. Last I checked, friends don’t kiss each other the way you do, drunk or sober,” she said raising her glass to me.

“Hell, Aaron doesn’t even kiss me like that,” she said with a laugh.

I blushed at her insinuation.

What the fuck was happening to me?

“A word of advice? One Sanderson to another?” she said, much more serious.

I sighed. Knowing my sister, I’d get the advice whether I said yes or no. So, of course, I said yes.

“He just needs to know you’re not going to bail when things get hard.”

“I’m not—”

“Not everything has to be Susan Lucci, Gray. Love isn’t always trays of pastries and charcuterie or extravagant resorts. Sometimes it’s just the little things.”

“Like roasting a marshmallow,” I said dumbly.

“Like dancing along to the Spice Girls,” she said sweetly.

“Or reading gay ghost stories,”

My sister raised her eyebrow, but she didn’t press me.

Drew and Taylor walked through the door at that moment, Drew calling out for us, shattering the tense moment.

I knew what I had to do at that moment.

I’d been waiting for a prince charming of my own to rescue me, but what if I was the knight in shining armor?

CHAPTER 39

Henry

I stood in line with my sister, indecisive over what I was going to order for lunch.

It’d been nearly three days since I had gotten back from Brideshead. Three days, and a hundred unsent, deleted texts I couldn’t find the courage to send.

I’d done everything I could, focusing on work, watching movies, I’d even started running on the outdoor trail with some of the other tenants from my building.

Nothing would erase Grayson Sanderson from my mind.

Which was probably why I leapt at the chance to grab something to eat with my sister. Even if only for an hour or two, I could focus on something that wasn’t my royal fuckup of the century.

The first man to come along since my ex, and I’d completely ruined everything because of…

Well, because I couldn’t fathom how anyone would want me, when I wasn’t good enough for him.

I’d been so excited when he proposed, all those years ago.