Page 52 of Swim To Me

I don’t even need to think about it. “Yes, Grey.”

He takes my lips so softly, fingers cupping my jaw gently, our tongues tangling one last time.

When we break apart, I flip from my back to my side, facing Grey.

“Tell me a dream of yours, Delilah,” he says, eyes heavy and tired looking.

“I don’t know,” I reply automatically, and then exhale. “I-I dream of a life where I don’t let fear control my life. You?”

Grey blinks at me. He reaches out and smooths the line creasing my forehead. “I’d like to open a swimming centre of my own, teaching people how to swim, coaching them. Blake and I.”

“What would you call it?”

He shakes his head against the pillow. “I haven’t got that bit figured out yet, but that’s okay, not everything has to be figured out instantly.”

I fall asleep with that thought rolling through my mind, wishing I could think the same way and not be afraid.

Chapter 12

Grey

Icrack my eyes open at the sound of a drawer clicking shut, stretching my sore limbs out leisurely, while Delilah’s towel covered frame swims into view.

For fucks sake it’s Monday – a day I dislike usually, but today even more so because it means the time between Delilah and I is over with.

Unabashedly, I stare at Delilah’s round arse, a section of her towel slipping down to reveal her smooth upper back once she straightens up. I catch a glimpse of the thin lace clutched in her grasp as she turns to the side, still unaware I’m awake, and grabs something from her vanity.

“Morning, Delilah,” I croak, voice raspy from sleep.

She jumps, quickly catching the hem of her towel before it falls, as if I haven’t already seen every gorgeous inch of her. The movement only fails to bring her towel higher, uncovering more of her bare upper thighs.

“Good morning, Grey.”

The sound of my name on her tongue has my already half hard cock twitching. I fucking want her again, but my mind knows that’s not going to happen, even if my body hasn’t quite caught up yet.

The only release I’ll be getting today is at my own hand, no matter how unsatisfactory that sounds, because our two night stand is over, done, in the past.

Yet, I can’t bring myself to tear my eyes away from her.

“What time is it?”

Delilah lays her lacy underwear down on her side of the bed, which is already neatly made, before heading off to her wardrobe tucked away in the corner. “A little before seven.”

“Early.” I note, even though I used to consider anything after five am late back when I was swimming professionally.

Delilah’s reply is slightly muffled, half her head buried in the depths of her wardrobe. “I’m in the office today… and I couldn’t sleep.”

I repress my yawn, bending my arm behind my head, using my bicep as a pillow. “You should have woken me.” Although, I’m not sure she would have been able too, these past two nights at Delilah’s have been some of the best sleep I’ve had in the last year.

Returning with a white blouse slung over her forearm and a pair of grey trousers hanging from a wire hanger, Delilah shrugs. “You looked peaceful. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

I nod, watching the way her eyes drink me in; my body naked, only the lower portion of me covered by her bedsheet. My cock kicks under the covers again, and with the way Delilah’s gaze zeros in on my groin, I don’t think she’s missed the movement.

She clutches her blouse a little tighter, knuckles turning white and blotchy, and then turns away. “Are you at work today?”

“Nope.” I grin, simply thinking about the freedom I have today. “Day off. I’m back in tomorrow.”

From her vanity, Delilah grabs some deodorant, rolling it under her arms while we talk. “So, what are your plans today?”

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