Page 23 of Grace's Revelation
She held my face. Her thoughts matched my own. The thought of me losing her again, wasn’t an option I was willing to live with.
“It just seems easier to disappear.” I ran my lips over the swell of her tits.
“Pussy.” She said with a giggle.
I grabbed her and wrestled her down on the bed.
“I told you to watch your fucking mouth, Gracie.” I rubbed my face against hers. I kissed her cheek. “I want you to promise me something.”
I pushed myself up and caught her in mid eye roll.
“Just stay put.”
She opened her mouth.
“For now.” I interrupted.
“Don’t leave me out of this Mase.” She frowned.
“You really willing to sacrifice yourself for this… what do you think that will accomplish? ” I sat up. “I’ve been running up and down the highway, in and out of seedy fucking places. Seen and done things I’m not proud of and I justified it because I had to avenge Mattie’s death, but one thing that’s taken me a long time to figure out. It won’t bring him back.”
“What if I can’t let this go?” She pouted.
“Even if I asked you to?”
“What are you afraid of?” She sat up.
“Fuck Gracie. What do you think?” I gripped her face, made sure she heard me. “I lost you once. I won’t lose you again. Now, it’s not even about us. It’s about Cason and making sure he is safe.”
“If something should happen to me,” She pointed. “Cason has a whole network of people who will love him and remind him that his mother loves him for the rest of his life.”
“And, every second of every day he’ll have a hole in his heart because you’re not here anymore.” I cupped her cheek. “You know I’m right. Fuck Gracie, we both know what it feels like.”
She closed her eyes. Tears seeped out of the seams and trailed down her face.
She clung to me.
I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her close, protecting her from all sides.
“You know what I’m talking about.” I pressed my palm against her hand. “You feel that void in your heart, too.”
I grabbed her face and turned it up. I gazed deep in her eyes.
“Our job is to make sure Cason never does.”
I kissed her hard; searing in her brain the words I spoke.
Making sure she believed them. Whether they were true or not, only time would tell.
* * *
We driftedin and out of sleep for the next couple of hours.
Actually, she slept.
I listen to her breath and tried to wrap my mind around my new future. A woman and a kid, my education on the streets or in the classroom prepared me for none of it.
She had her head on my chest, her leg slung over mine, sheets covering our waists. She mumbled in her sleep, whispers of partial words I grabbed onto, but nothing I could decipher as a clear thought.
