Page 62 of Supernova

“Do that again,” he commanded.

I did it again.

In a second he was on me, flipping me over so I was on my back. His body hovered over mine as his arms, on either side of my head, held him up so he could look down at me. My breath caught in my chest as I waited to see what he’d do next, my heart beating at an unheard of rate.

“I told you I love it when you roll your eyes at me.” The husky rumble of his voice traversed through my body and called me to him. I pressed myself closer. And then his lips were on mine as he hungrily kissed me. His hands wrapped into my hair, pulling me closer to him as he devoured my mouth. My body responded and I couldn't help but kiss him back. I didn’t want to not kiss him back. I wanted him. Wanted this. I didn’t care what number I was. I got him now. For this moment. And I’d selfishly take it.

But then he said something that melted my heart. Broke my resolve. “You’re the first girl I’ve ever brought to my room, Supernova.” His lips paused on mine as he breathed the words. His eyes closed, as if all he cared about was this moment. Like having me was the most important thing to him right now. He was uncharacteristically vulnerable.

He kissed me slower this time.

“You’re smooth, Gray. I’ll give you that.” I whispered between kisses, during the gaps when he let me come out for air.

“I’m serious, Venus.” My body trembled at the sound of my name leaving his lips.

“Mmm-hmm,” I mumbled.

“Shut up and let me kiss you.”

I opened my mouth to him, obeying his command.

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He insisted on cooking me breakfast when morning hit the next day, leading me down to the small kitchen area directly under the loft that made up his bedroom. The black bench and sleek appliances looked like they were hardly used but as he whipped me up a vibrant Shakshuka, it was clear that the state of his kitchen was due to the fact that he was a secret clean freak and not because he didn’t know his way around one.

Now that I had the chance, I took in his living quarters. That’s what they were, not a bedroom, but actual living quarters, as if it was a whole apartment somehow shoved into this warehouse. The furniture in his living area was almost identical to the ones downstairs; a large plush charcoal coloured couch and a dark brown leather armchair that looked worn in from years of reading, or in Griffin’s case, likely pondering life and being moody—although we did establish he does in fact read. A black minimal coffee table sat in the middle.

His room had a slightly cooler colour palette than the other areas in the compound, with less white and brown and more grey and black. A more masculine luxury take.

I wondered if these were just given to him or if he picked them out himself. Either way, they suited him perfectly.

“So, have you actually never brought anyone back here?” I asked from the bench as I devoured the eggs he made me.

He looked up from his plate. “I haven’t. Not even Billie or Kit.” I couldn’t help but stare at him in shock. I also had to note he looked incredibly sexy leaning against the bench across from me while he ate his breakfast in nothing but grey sweatpants. His hair was wet and hung messily in front of his eyes from the shower we took together this morning in his bathroom—the private one that resided in his very own room that had been there this whole time. I blushed at the thought of what had occurred in that bathroom no more than thirty minutes ago. He noticed and smirked at me.

“What?” He questioned. “Remembering me naked?”

“No,” I spat out.

“Cosmo, I have eyes. I can see when yours trail down my body.” The self-satisfied grin on his face annoyed the hell out of me but equally turned me on. “If you want me naked again, all you have to do is ask,” he added with a wink.

I stared at him for a moment.

“I want you naked again.”

The shock at me taking his bait so brazenly was clear on his face and his eyes flashed silver as he registered what I said. He pushed his bowl away before stalking to my side of the bench where I was waiting with my arms outstretched. As soon as his body got close enough to mine, I wrapped myself around him. I was vaguely aware of us moving and then he lowered us onto his couch. Once he put me down on it, he pulled off his pants without hesitation, standing in front of me completely naked.

He must have liked the look on my face because he grinned again. “Happy now, Supernova?”

I nodded in response. Still in awe of the masterpiece that was his body. I stood up and took the step that closed the gap between us. He watched me as I traced the delicate lines of the tattoos that covered his body, one by one. When I got to the one in the middle of his chest—the butterfly—I stopped and licked it. Tracing the lines with my tongue this time instead. I felt him still beneath me. And then when he couldn’t handle it anymore, he pushed me down onto the couch and had his way with me.

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“Stop distracting me. Why haven’t you had anyone up here? Not even Billie or Kit?” We were lazing on his couch now. For us to both fit on it, I had to lay on top of him. I lifted my chin to look into his eyes.

“This space has always been mine. It felt too personal. I was always alone in here. In whatever room I had. So much so that it felt like it had to stay that way. The place for me to be alone. Like my own personal prison.”

“Well then why bring me?” I mindlessly traced the inky patterns on his body.

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