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He’s quiet during the process, and I wish I knew what he was thinking.
I wish I could tell him what I’m thinking, and maybe I will. Or maybe it’ll scare us both for me to admit that I’m head over freaking heels in love with this guy.
“I’ll give you a minute,” he says softly, and he leaves the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
My body is warm and tingly after that. It was only my second time, but it was in a completely different league from the first.
This time, mutual feelings were involved, and it was absolutely magical.
I only hope he’s feeling the same things I am and that I’m not just setting myself up for an epic heartbreak.
Chapter 41: Grayson Nash
I’ll Never Know If You Don’t Tell Me
I pull a pair of shorts on and stand by the window, looking out over the Strip as I wait for her. I’m holding a glass of straight gin in my palm, and I made her a vodka cranberry that’s perched on the table beside me.
Jesus.
That was…
I still can’t quite come up with the word for it.
It wasn’t just the sex. It was the entire day. Seeing her with my family—with my mom. Feeling like she has a place with us. Holding her own against my father, not that they interacted all that much. Feeling like I had a safe space if I needed one, which sometimes happens in this family full of incredibly hard-headed men.
Amazing, incredible, fantastic—none of them quite encapsulate everything that I was feeling when she told me I am the sole owner of her pussy forever.
Terrifying, alarming, shocking—those aren’t quite it, either, though they’re definitely a part of it.
One word keeps pulsing around my brain, and I’m scared to even acknowledge it.
My brain does the work for me.
Love, Grayson. It’s fucking love. You’re in love with her.
I am.
I realized it the very second I slid into her. It felt like home.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt at home anywhere. With this line of work, nothing is guaranteed, so as much as we call a place home and try to make the best of it while we’re lucky enough to be there, it’s fleeting.
Ava, though? She feels like forever.
No admission I’ve ever made has been more terrifying.
And to teach her to ask for her pleasure, to demand what she wants, to be the one making sure she’s happy, making sure she’s getting what she deserves—it’s the honor of a lifetime.
I see her emerge from the direction of the bedroom as I spot movement in the reflection of the glass.
“There you are,” she says softly. She moves closer to me, and I don’t turn around until she’s right behind me.
“I made you a drink,” I say, and I grab it off the table and hand it over. She’s wearing one of my T-shirts. It’s huge on her, and somehow it’s hot as fuck.
“That was sweet of you.” She clinks her glass to mine, and I’m not sure what we’re toasting. She’s standing right next to me, but it feels too far away. We’re quiet for a beat as we each sip our drink. “What are you thinking about?”
That I’m in love with you.
I clear my throat. “How incredible you are.”
