Page 112 of Sometimes You Fall

“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers in my ear. “Your heart, your mind, your body.”

“Grady…”

“I love you. I’m so fucking in love with you, woman. You own me. You’re the reason I can fucking breathe again.” His lips find my neck, kissing and licking the skin.

“I love you too.” He flicks his hips a bit and hits a spot inside of me that’s making my orgasm build quickly. “Oh yes, right there…”

“Come with me, Scottie.”

“Keep going…”

We don’t say anything else as Grady continues to work my body over, thrusting in the perfect tempo that helps me reach my release. And as the first screams leave my lips, I hear him groan behind me until we’re both shivering with aftershocks.

Sex has never been like this for me.

It’s because I wasn’t having sex with Grady Reynolds.

After cleaning up, I leave the bathroom to find Grady leaning against the headboard. I try not to stare, but it’s useless.

The man is fucking perfect.

“Ready for round two already?” he asks, a smirk on his lips.

My body says yes, but my mind remembers something I’ve been waiting to show him when the time is right. And after tonight, that time is definitely now.

“I have something for you,” I say, walking to my closet. I slide the door open and reach up to the top shelf, taking down the shoe box that is barely holding together after all these years.

Grady sits up taller. “What is that?”

I settle beside him on the bed and pop the lid off the box as the scent of old newspapers fills the air. “I told you I’d be rooting for you, Grady,” I say, pushing the box toward him.

With a pinch in his brow, he begins to pull out article after article from his career, spanning almost ten years of accolades and his World Series win.

He’s silent for so long, I start to grow nervous as he keeps taking out paper after paper, magazine articles, and even an old jersey I bought when he was drafted to the San Francisco Giants.

But when he peers up at me with tears in his eyes, I know that the love we’ve had for each other has run deep for far longer than we both realized. “I can’t believe you kept all this.”

“I can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t.”

“Come here,” he says, motioning for me to come closer, his voice thick with emotion. As I nestle into his side, he cups my chin and guides my gaze to meet his. “If I didn’t love you before, this would have sealed the deal for me.”

“That’s how I felt when you pulled those papers from your truck tonight.” The corner of his mouth lifts, but I continue. “I was always watching, Grady—every game, every milestone, I was invested. We may have lost touch through no one’s fault but my own, but you were still very much a part of my life.”

He leans his forehead on mine. “I don’t want to question what if, but…”

I press a finger to his lips. “Don’t. We’re right where we’re supposed to be. You and me, and our baby.” He moves his hand to my stomach. “But I was always proud of you, and now even more so because you are the man I’ve always known you were supposed to be. And I love you so fucking much.”

Grady slides us down to the bed, and I rest my head on his chest. He strokes my back, drawing circles with his fingers. “So, are you ready to agree to move in with me now?”

I chuckle. “I guess I don’t have a valid argument against that anymore, do I?”

“Not at all.”

I twist my face so I can look at him. “Yes, we can live together.”

“I already have a room ready for the baby.”

Rolling my eyes, I say, “Doesn’t surprise me.”

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