Page 120 of Wandering in Darkness
“I’ll have to try harder, then,” he murmurs as he kisses my other hand too.
I pretend that gives me enough energy to get out of bed. After he returns from letting Traveler outside, we head into the bathroom to brush our teeth. Every time I look up, he’s using the mirror to watch me, and I try to act like it doesn’t make me feel embarrassed.
“You’re adorable,” he says.
“Am I?” I ask with a lot of skepticism.
“Absolutely adorable.”
“I’m suspicious of you.”
He slides his toothbrush in the container opposite mine, and I stare at it for an extremely long period of time. Like… why do I love that so much? It’s a freaking toothbrush. Is it really that exciting?
“You okay?” Grayson asks, probably noticing my fixation on his toothbrush.
“Maybe.”
“Is it… is that a magical toothbrush? I mean… you did give it to me, so it might be.”
“Yes.”
“Oh… wow… what’s it do when you stare at it long enough?”
I give his ass a smack. “Shut it or I’m leaving you.”
“What if I… like…” He picks up a towel and slides it on the rack next to mine, and I’m left staring at that too.
“Are you just going to stay in here all day staring at my towel and my toothbrush?” he asks.
“Maybe.”
“If you follow me around, I’m sure there are more areas I can toss shit so it looks like I live here.”
So I follow him, waiting to be impressed by something else.
Grayson grins at me. “You want more?”
“Obviously.”
“Hmm… I mean… I guess, uh… which side of the couch is yours?”
“The right.”
“Now I want the right.”
“You can have the right.”
“We can both have the right,” he says while he goes into the kitchen. After feeding Traveler, he grabs some cookies, since they’re the only thing I have in this house that isn’t stale, and heads over to sit on the right side of the couch. When I start past, he grabs me and pulls me onto his lap as he kicks the feet out and urges me back until I’m tucked against him.
“There we go.”
“You… I’m not sure my heart can take this.”
“I’m positive it can.”
“I’m not positive it can,” I say.
“Maybe a cookie will help you,” he suggests as he feeds me one.
