Page 54 of Enemies with my Bestie’s Brother
“Aren’t you precious? Yes you are, yes you are!” I hear Eleanor say as I close the apartment door.
I step out the front door and meet Grayson in the hallway. He smiles and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear.
“You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
He grabs my hand and leads me to the elevator, pressing the button for the parking garage.
“So, what are we doing tonight?” I ask, glancing up at him.
He moves closer, kissing me before responding.
“It’s a surprise, but don’t worry, you’ll like it.”
Curiosity nags at me as he puts his lips back on mine. I get lost in the heat of his kiss as his hands thread their way through my hair. I can feel tingles in my lady area as desire spreads through me. I’ve never had sex in an elevator, but I wouldn’t be opposed to it. One of his hands makes its way down my back and under my skirt, gripping my bottom firmly. I gasp just as the elevator dings.
“Third floor,” a robotic voice says as the door opens.
We pull apart as I adjust my hair. The woman that gets on is middle aged and eyes us suspiciously before looking at the buttons before her. I assume that she’s going to the parking garage also, since she doesn’t press anything else. It’s an awkward ride down to the parking garage, and as soon as the doors open, the woman hurries off. I look at Grayson and giggle. He joins me as he leads me out of the elevator to a small motorcycle near the front.
“Wait, you have a motorcycle?” My eyebrows pull together.
“Yeah. I figured we could take it to the beach and have a nice picnic,” he says as he pulls two helmets from the storage area behind the seat.
He hands me one, and I put it on, buckling the strap under my chin. Nerves curl up in my stomach at the idea of riding on this thing.
“I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle before,” I say quietly.
He looks at me and smiles.
“Don’t worry, I won’t go too fast. Just hold on to me tight, and I promise you’ll have fun.”
He gets on the bike and motions for me to get on behind him. I settle in, placing my feet on the passenger foot bars. My dress is pulled up to my thighs, and I wonder if I should change into pants. Before I can voice my thoughts to Grayson, the motorcycle roars to life and we zip out of the garage.
The wind blows my hair behind me as we zoom through the streets of San Francisco. The lights around me all blend together, like I’m on a spinning ride at the pier. At this moment, everything seems magical.
Thesunissettingover the water as my toes dig into the sand with every step. Grayson and I are hand in hand, taking in the scenery as the food from our picnic settles. We ate the most amazing wraps while sitting together on the beach. Afterward, Grayson suggested a walk to help us digest, and it was honestly one of the best ideas he’s had in a while.
“Can I ask you a question?” I ask, looking up at him.
He blinks before looking at me and smiling softly.
“Of course. You can ask me anything, anytime, anyplace.”
“Where do you see this going? Us, in the future, I mean, not this walk.” I know that I’m rambling, but I’m nervous about what his response will be.
I know that he likes me, and I definitely like him, but I don’t know to what extent he wants to be with me. He stops walking and faces me, clasping both of my hands within his.
“Whitney,” he says quietly.
The light glow of the sunlight illuminates one side of his face, causing colors and sparkles to swirl within his deep blue eyes. “I see this going to the end. I see us getting married, moving in together. Maybe even having kids. I know this might be coming on too strong, but I know that I’m falling in love with you. There’s not a doubt in my mind that we’re meant to be together.”
I blink away happy tears as I stare up at him. Before I can second guess myself, I raise myself up and place my lips on his in a gentle kiss.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Grayson
