Page 16 of Coming for His Second Chance
The last thing I remember is making out in the backseat of his car on the way home.
Grayson
Since sunrise an hour ago, I've been awake just watching Kaitlyn sleep next to me. When I brought her home last night and laid her in my bed, it's like something clicked. This is where she’s supposed to be.
Nothing more than kissing happened, since she had a lot to drink. Six drinks according to my guys, who were watching them. I check my phone and see the report that everyone made it home safe. I know Kaitlyn wanted them all to have fun, but still be safe. If it's important to her, then it will be important to me.
One more look at my girl, and I carefully get up and head to the kitchen to make her breakfast. My guess is her head is going to be hurting her, and the sooner I can get some food and medicine in her the better.
I decide on omelets, bacon, and biscuits. I cheat and use biscuits from a can, but my chef left some of his homemade jam. One of the perks I indulge in is a chef that comes in twice a week and prepares food for me to heat up.
Even though I can cook, because my momma made sure of it, but between the company and my job on base, and now Kaitlyn, myextra time is few and far between, and I'd rather eat healthy than grabbing fast food every night.
I put both our food and coffee on a tray, along with some water and aspirin for her, and then head back to my room. She’s still sleeping, and I hate to wake her up, but I want to eat with her, before I have to go to work.
The girls wanted to do the bachelorette party on a Thursday night to avoid the crowds, but I know they’ll all pay for it today. Hopefully, the other girls got today off work.
I set the tray down and run my hand through her hair.
"Starshine, time to get up."
She starts to stir and opens her eyes, only to close them again.
I chuckle. "Come on, I made you breakfast."
That gets her attention, and she drags herself to sit up against the headboard. I place the tray on her lap and sit down next to her, taking my plate.
"You made this?" She asks.
"Yes, I know how to cook. Drink the water and take the pills."
She does as I ask, and then takes a few bites of her biscuit.
"I really like having you here and in my bed," I tell her.
"It's really comfortable, especially with my human pillow."
My cock twitches at the reminder of her curled up against me all last night. I can still feel her soft skin on mine.
"Would you consider coming to stay here with me the rest of the time you’re in town? I know you have wedding stuff and plans with your dad, but if you’re here, I can see more of you without getting in the way of your other plans." I try to appeal to her sensible side.
She hesitates, so I sweeten the deal. Well, for her, but it's not what I want.
"If you feel more comfortable, you can stay in a guest bedroom. I have a personal chef that comes in twice a week, who will cook you anything you want. Also, my cleaning lady will take care of all your stuff and anything you might need."
"Whoa, slow down. You don't have to bribe me. Of course, I want to spend more time with you, but the guest room is a deal breaker, though."
Relief floods me at that, because I know I wouldn't be able to sleep with her in the room right next door. If I'm honest, I'd probably sleep in the chair in the corner of the room just to be near her.
"Good, because I liked you in my arms last night," I say.
"It's just that I've already paid for the cabin."
"I’ll reimburse you, and you can keep the reservation and go back any time you want, if this doesn't work out."
"Gray, throwing money at me isn't going to get you your way. I’m going to keep my reservation for that reason, but you aren't reimbursing me for it."
"So, is that a yes?"
