Grayson - Page 70

Grayson let out a breath, taking another sip of his coffee.

“I don’t like cinnamon rolls, though,” I said, clearing my throat.

Grayson smiled wickedly. “Then we will simply find you a suitable replacement.”

I focused my gaze on him, fully aware we weren’t talking about dessert anymore. Which should have scared me but… it didn’t.

Because I trusted Grayson.

I trusted him with my whole heart.

“Well, I mean… there is one dessert, I really like,” I said, feeling a blush creep on my cheeks.

“What is that?” Grayson said, his fingers stroking the sides of his cup in slow motion. He shifted his legs, fidgeting in his seat as he cleared his throat.

At the risk of sounding like an absolute idiot, the words fell out of my mouth. “A good cup of coffee,” I said as I raised my cup.

Grayson raised his in repose. “You deserve the best coffee there is, Henry.”

“I already have the best coffee there is.”

CHAPTER 41

Henry

The car was silent and heavy with tension as Grayson turned it off.

It was now or never.

Six little words.

Six words that would bring about a change I knew there would be no going back from.

“Do you want to come in?” I asked, my words loud in the space between us.

Grayson looked at me skeptically, biting his lip. “Do you want me to?” he asked, his gaze full of hope.

Full of love.

I nodded. “Yes. I do.”

Grayson opened the door without saying a word, and I did the same. He walked me to my apartment, which felt like an eternity. We stood on my front step, and I fumbled with my keys, my nerves getting the best of me.

“Hey,” he said, holding his hand over mine. “Nothing has to happen…”

I opened the door, his fingers sliding around my wrist as I turned the key. I gazed up at him, and I’d never been so sure of anything as I was in that moment that I loved him.

That as long as I had him, I could make it through anything. Even the hard, uncomfortable moments.

“I love you,” I said, the words heavy in the air.

I opened the door, the both of us looking into the darkness.

Into the realm of uncertainty.

“I love you, and I want you to stay. I want you to stay with me. I know I won’t always say the right thing, or do the right thing, and I’m not some polished, perfect—”

Grayson pulled me close, capturing my lips with his and we stumbled in the door. I kicked it closed as I fought to wrestle my arms around his neck, pulling him closer against me, needing his kiss, his tongue, his touch.