Page 121 of Lessons In Grey

I pulled her back against me, hugging her tightly. “Tonight, I’m going to make you drench me again,” I hummed, feeling her melt into me as she squeezed her thighs together around my leg. “I’m going to cover you in marks, and make you so sore, you won’t even recover before I return.”

“Promise?” she asked, grinding her pelvis against my thigh ever so slightly.

“Oh, Snowflake,” I purred, kissing her neck, “I swear on oureuphoria.”

She would be okay.

I had to trust Matthew and Malachi that she would be okay.

Still, the worry in my heart didn’t ease. Maybe it was time to finally give Jeremy a call.

28

Emily

November 29th, 2021

Professor Lake.

Jeremy Lake to be exact.

The very Jeremy that Grey had talked about me meeting at one point in the distant future.

I guess we had a different definition of ‘distant’.

Jeremy was the complete opposite of Grey. He was loud and boisterous, and the kind of guy most people immediately want to be best friends with. He had light blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes with a boyish charm that had all of the ladies instantly forgetting about the man they had been having wet dreams about since the beginning of school.

I liked him, but he was…he was a lot, honestly.

Grey had left me the morning of the conference after keeping me up all night, ravaging me in a way only godsand goddesses could be ravaged.

I could still feel him inside of me, even now. Evidence of our night together covering my entire body, but sadly fading.

I never thought I would love being covered in bruises, but here I was, still thinking about how my body had looked in the mirror the morning he had left as he fucked me in the bathroom.

Fuck, I think I was falling in love with him.

The night before he left, he had finally introduced me to his cat, whom I was caring for until he returned. Sirius had made herself at home the second she had been let out of her little carrier and honestly, it helped a lot with him being gone.

It had been a week since he had left, and his cat was showing her personality without fear. She loved when I sang, and she cuddled with me every chance she got. She was quite literally the best cat I had ever had the pleasure of meeting.

Ash and Syn came over every night and spent the weekend at my house, keeping me distracted as we watched movies, drank, and worked on classwork.

It was fun, spending so much time with them, getting back into the swing of things, but I missed Grey more than I ever thought possible.

We texted and talked every day and night, but it wasn’t the same. I missed touching him. I missed his presence. I missed the long talks and our euphoria. It felt like a vital piece of me was gone.

I was counting the days until he returned.

Today was Monday, exactly a week since his leaving, and it was a bad brain day for me.

I could barely pull myself out of bed, and when Grey had texted me ‘good morning, beautiful’ text, I told him the truth, as I always did.

He was in a meeting and couldn’t call, but he assured me that he would as soon as he could. He sent a string of beautiful, poetic things to help lift my mood, which did help a little, but I knew thatthis was just how it would be today, no matter how hard I fought.

Syn had joined Ash and I in our little meeting in the writing hall before classes started, the ‘plastics’ as Ash now referred to them, had found another place to be these days.

We talked about the charity event, which I had agreed to attend, the dresses we were going to wear, and the plans we had for Christmas.