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I am too. His fingers are digging into my ass as he lifts me higher. I kiss him hard, wishing I could crawl inside him and protect his heart from any more hurt. He healed me, and I wish I could give him the same. A deep rush of emotion comes over me as I think about all that’s happened between us. How lucky I am to have this once again. Grayson, my Grayson, has given me everything and more. He’s loved me so much even when I wasn’t at his side. I love this man so much it’s too much for my body to contain.
Our lips move together, and then I scream, my orgasm hitting me so hard that tears run down my cheeks. “I love you,” I say over and over as Grayson follows with his own release.
We sink to the floor, him still inside me as I cling to him.
I’m not sure how much time passes, but Grayson lifts his head first.
“Are you okay?”
My eyes lift to his. “I’m definitely okay.”
“That was . . . not my plan.”
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“No, well, I wasn’t, but now, I feel . . .”
“You feel what?”
He gives me a crooked grin, the one I love because it makes his dimple deepen. “I feel much better.”
I kiss his nose. “Good. Ironically, I do as well.”
Grayson lifts me in his arms, carrying me like we’re in a scene from a movie into the bedroom. He helps me remove the rest of my clothes, and then we climb into bed. Once settled, there’s an awkward silence around us.
“I’m sorry . . . about before.”
“You don’t owe me an apology.”
His arm is around me, fingers splayed against my back as we press closer. “I shouldn’t have reacted that way.”
“You were pissed. I would be pissed.”
“I’m still not sure what the hell to think. I don’t care about Yvonne,” he says quickly. “I swear, it’s not about her. I don’t care what she does or with who.”
“It’s that your dad betrayed you.”
He moves onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. “It’s just not how I planned for tonight to go.”
“Well, I don’t think either of us did.”
His head shifts, looking at me with a sad smile. “You said you had news? Something that you wanted to talk about?”
My throat goes dry and nerves take over. I don’t know if I should say anything, but I’m not quite sure how to get out of it either. I feel like I’ve lied to Grayson enough and . . . maybe he will be happy? I mean, it’s good news. I’m cleared to drive, and we can travel or ride bikes.
At least I’ll start there.
“Are you sure you want to talk about this?” I ask. “You’ve had a crazy night.”
He smiles, his hand cupping my face. “I could use some good news, don’t you think?”
Right. Yes, we both could. I mean, I’ve only been spending the last few weeks dreading this and now I’ve sort of stepped into it. I have it all mapped out, how to make it clear to him that this changes nothing except that it’s a choice for me. One that I’m making without any fear.
“It doesn’t have to be today, the news, I mean, we can wait.”
“Jessica, I want to know.”
All right. Here it goes. “So, I went to the doctor, and they gave me the news that I’m cleared to drive again. It was really unexpected, but the headaches have really lessened, and I can’t remember the last time I got dizzy. The doctor thinks that my brain has healed a lot. I’m not stuttering much . . .” I trail off, feeling the emotions getting strong.
