Page 32 of Make You Love Me

The sound of Greyson’s chair scraping the floor beside me grabs my attention. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Just thinking about how happy I am and what a fantastic summer it’s been.” I beam a megawatt smile at him. He smiles and pulls a small box from his pocket.

“I got you something…”

Looking at him with a surprised look on my face, I say, “What do you mean? You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I’ve had it for a while now, actually, just wasn’t sure of the right time to give it to you,” he says as he hands me the small white box with a blue bow. “I hope you like it.”

Sliding the lid off quickly, I’m excited to see what’s inside.

I’m taken aback by a gorgeous silver anchor charm with a rope tied throughout it in the shape of an infinity symbol. “Greyson, this is beautiful. Thank you.” I quickly clip the charm onto my bracelet, admiring its detail.

“I saw it one day and thought it was perfect for you… for us.” He looks at me with love in his eyes. “My dad always said that one day I’d find my anchor in life. Something that’s solid and true, giving me strength, no matter how rough life gets… You’re my anchor, Babygirl, and I would be lost without you.”

“Oh Greyson. I love you so much. I’ll be your anchor just as you are mine. Always.”

I quickly scramble from my seat to get to him. He pushes his chair away from the table, knowing all too well that I'm about to throw myself at him. Once I'm straddling his lap, I kiss him like I’ve never kissed him before, so deeply passionate and full of emotion. I’m grinding myself onto his hardness and feel swelling beneath me. He lets out a moan as I rock my hips.

“I love you too Babygirl, no matter how far, always.” He kisses me gently, placing each of his hands on the sides of my face. “We will make this work, someway, somehow, we will make this distance thing work. There is no way I’m letting you go.”

Chapter Ten

Sittingherebesidemygirl watching the sunset, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming fear of doom. Long distance scares the fuck out of me. We currently have one week left of our time here in Nori Beach.

It’s been almost two months. And damn if the time hasn't gone by faster than any summer in my whole life. I have no doubt that I can wait for Lottie, and I’ll do whatever it takes to be with her, but I can’t control everything, including how she will handle the miles between us.

Today, Lottie came to have lunch at The Shack while I worked the midday rush. Once I finished my shift, we came to spend the afternoon at the beach.

We’ve been out here swimming, relaxing, talking about anything and everything. I’ve been doing a lot of admiring, loving the fact she is feeling confident enough to wear a bikini. And let me tell you, she is wearing the damn thing, showing all those jaw-dropping curves.

Some guys, probably about ten years older than us, were gawking at her earlier as we walked down the beach. Until they caught my death glares and had enough decency to wipe the drool from their chins.

“We still have two more questions in our game!” Lottie breaks me out of my thoughts.

We’ve been playing an interesting game of twenty-one questions. It’s been funny for the most part except for question number seven. “How many girls have you been with, and do you have a regular back home?” Everything in my brain screamed… Avoid, Avoid, Avoid. But I knew I couldn’t, so I answered as honestly as I could without putting doubts in her head. “Do you really want to know the answer to the first part? And as for the second part… No, not anymore.”

I hated how she dipped her chin after that, a habit of hers that we’ve broken this summer.

“Chin up Babygirl, like I said, not anymore. I would never give up what I have with you over someone who has never meant more to me than just a hookup. I promise you that. You have my heart and soul, Lottie.”

That seemed to make her feel better. I hate that my past creates doubts for her, but I get it. I’m no saint and I have secrets that could ruin us, which is why the next question that comes is a tough one…

“Okay, so question number twenty, G, tell me your deepest, darkest secret,” she says with an evil little smirk.

Not necessarily lying, but I am omitting my darkest secret for another deep secret that I’ve never discussed with anyone else.

"The year I got my license I went to Casen, a Rebel Knight's brother. At the time, he was a new prospect, and had just starting doing some PI work after leaving the police department. I begged him to get my mom’s latest address but to keep it between us. Told him it would just hurt my dad to know and that I would do some free work on his bike in exchange for his time and silence." I take a deep breath because the past hurt me more than I like to admit.

“He got me the info a couple of weeks later. Surprised the hell out of me when I realized her address was only one town over from me, in Highland. I mean, I hadn’t spoken to her in over nine years, and she was still living so close to me. It made me want answers that much more. So, I jumped on my bike and drove the twenty minutes to her place and I sure as shit did not expect to see what I saw.” Knowing I need her, Lottie moves to sit in my lap and kisses my cheek.

“I pulled up to this huge mansion about the size of my aunt’s place. I was shocked. My mom was just a club chick from the rough part of town. How in the hell was this huge house where she lived? My dad had mentioned she remarried a man with money, but I didn’t realize how much money…”

The feelings of being that abandoned kid start to seep in again.What mom leaves their son for fucks sake?

My dad worked his ass off to make sure I grew up right. My family and the Rebel Knights helped us get through that rough time in our lives, but the hurt of being deserted by my own mother lives deep inside me.

“It was the end of the summer before school started back. I heard laughing and splashing coming from the backyard. When I went around back, she was sitting on the side of the pool while two boys, probably six and eight years old, played in the pool. There was another boy, probably around my age. He sat on the diving board with his feet swinging over the water. They were all smiles and happiness.”

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