Page 69 of Falling for Grace

“But you didn’t. I mean, you stopped coming back, after I asked for space.”

“Did I?”

“What?” I ask, turning fully around and sitting up, the sheet falling from my body

“I came back, Gracie, but you had gone. Phone number changed, your mum had moved, Danny… Fuck, Danny could barely mention you by name, and he couldn’t even look at me. I came back twice a month to no change. Danny had shut down on me, you were missing and everything at home felt so forced. So I just stopped coming home.”

“I wish I had done a lot of things differently,” I say. “We do need to talk about what happened. There are things that I need to tell you. But please, Brandon. Not tonight.”

He pulls me back down next to him and kisses the top of my head. “I won’t push it anymore. When you're ready, we talk. But Gracie, nothing you say could make me feel any differently. Stay here with me?”

I move my body so that I’m lying on top of him, my arms folded over his chest.

“I need you right now, Grace. I don’t think I can do this without you.” His eyes search mine and I find myself nodding. “I will need to make some calls, but I think I can work something out.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He smiles and kisses me on the lips and relaxes back. “I’ve missed my Gracie blankets.” His hands track down my back and grab hold of my butt cheeks. He lifts me up his body so that I’m lying on his hardening cock.

I sit up and let the duvet fall around us as I hold him in my hand and position him, sliding myself down the length, my head falling back on a groan.

“You’re so beautiful.” He sits up and causes a gasp to escape my lips as he kisses me lovingly.

I know tonight won’t last, but for the moment I embrace the lie, and for the rest of the night the room is filled with our childhood memories. We laugh until our cheeks hurt, we moan and cry out each other’s names until our voices are hoarse, and then we both fall into the abyss of exhaustion in each other’s arms.

Chapter 25

Istretch out my legs and let my muscles enjoy the fabulous feeling.

My body creaks, my muscles ache, and my most sensitive parts feel gloriously used. I know he's not in bed anymore. It was his movement that woke me from the blissfulness of nothing.

I wish I was still there.

Where nothing existed but us.

As the light filters through the curtains, I become aware of my surroundings. I also become aware of why we are here, and what we did last night.

I hear the shower turn off in the bathroom. We need to talk, I know that. This needs to be done.

Brandon appears at the doorway, a towel wrapped around his torso, droplets of water cascading down his chest.

“You're awake.” He smiles and steps over the clothes still peppering the floor, along with my towel and the empty bottles from the mini bar. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No, it’s fine.” I look up at him as he leans over and kisses my forehead before turning his attention to the floor to pick up his discarded clothes.

“I need to get back to the house. Mum’s been calling, wondering where I am.”

“She knows?”

He looks over his shoulder as I sit up on my elbows watching him.

“No, she thinks I’m with Ava.” He drops his towel, and I stare greedily at him. “Look at me like that and I’m not going to be going home any time soon,” he says, pulling up his boxers before I burn a hole through him.

“Sorry,” I say, not even remotely embarrassed. His jeans are covering him even more and soon he is fully clothed again. He sits down next to me on the bed and pulls my hand into his.

“Something’s arrived, it’s from Danny,” he says, looking down at our interlinked fingers. “I need to go home.”

I nod my understanding, although sadness consumes me because as he leaves the bubble will be popped. “Of course.”

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