Page 30 of Bread By the Grim
He huffs a laugh and shakes his head. “Are you sure? Is this really what you want?”
“What do you want?” I ask him.
He squeezes my hands. “I want you to be happy.” My insides are a mix of emotions as I try to decide who is feeling what. This is going to take some time. I lay down next to him, pull him close, and close my eyes, doing my best to concentrate on what I want.
For a moment there is silence, and then Grim groans. “Phil—” he starts.
“What? You asked me what I wanted.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he says with a laugh.
“I didn’t realize there were limitations.”
He shakes his head. “My cock is not—” he starts.
“It’s the best answer, and we both know it.”
I pull his face down to my neck and throw my legover him. “Grim, can you just be mine? Forever?” I close my eyes again and focus on that desire, hoping he can feel it too.
He sighs. “I can. I will. I’ve always been.”
“Good.” I tell him, with a kiss to his ear, the only part I can reach as he holds me tight. “Then let’s get back to the bed breaking. We’ve only got a sitter until 9 am.”
“Phil—” he starts to say something but then stops. We’re bonded now so words are unnecessary, and I can feel it as sure as if it was my own thought. There in the back of my mind is an overwhelming sense of love and peace and comfort and something more—something that brings tears to my eyes again. Safety.
Grim feels safe with me.
The thought takes my breath away.
I’ve never felt so honored in my life.
He catches my eye and winks. “I just wanted you to know how I feel…before we do the bed breaking.”
I smile as I blink back the tears. I have no words, but thankfully, I don’t have to know what to say anymore.
We’re one.
THE END
