Page 138 of Lessons In Grey

I closed my eyes, gripping the bridge of my nose. We shouldn’t be taking lessons from him, but at this point, I was inclined to agree. “Look, thank you, Malachi. Is Matthew on break?”

“He’s been taking a few days off, yes. He feels absolutely terrible so much has happened on his watch.”

“Well,” I sighed, leaning over the counter, “he can’t truly be blamed for this last one. Give him my best. I’d like him to stay on the job.”

“Truly?”

I nodded, glancing towards the bathroom again. “He’s a good man, he’s work is reputable. It can’t be helped that the people who did this to her were smarter than us, we just have to make sure it won’t happen again.” I inhaled deeply. “I should go.”

“Greyson,” he said just as I went to hang up.

“Yeah?”

“We all make mistakes when it comes to those who own our hearts. Don’t let that be your downfall. Let her consume you. You can do both.”

I glanced towards my jacket hanging over the back of one of the chairs, something so precious hidden away in my inside pocket. “Have you? Done both, I mean.”

Malachi spoke of women often. Of the throws of love he had been in over the years. Women he would never forget, but never had he spoken of a woman who he loved like I loved Emily.

He was quiet for a long time. “Sometimes broken hearts can’t be mended,” he said, that all too familiar smile lingering in his voice. “Never let her go.”

Click.

I slid my phone away and walked up to the balcony doors, taking in the view. It truly was beautiful up here.

I wanted to give her a good day today, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her. I sent out a text to Ash and Syn, telling them to come by at 5, and started putting together some snacks and drinks for our movie day. She was getting better again. This was good.

36

Emily

December 7th, 2021

Isat on the stool at the island, Grey cooking dinner, the smells of fried Cod and lemon filling the air.

This morning when I had gotten out of the shower, hair dried, ready for the rest of the day, he had already ordered us coffee, snacks and drinks covering the table, and two options of shows on the table.

Bones, which we had been watching these last few days relentlessly, orDoctor Who, season 5.

He had brought it up a few times since discovering how much I had loved the show and how much it had meant to me, and every other time I had made some joke about him feeling bad because he would never live up to the 11thDoctor, but this time I was falling short.

We ended up watching a single episode ofBonesbefore putting onThe Eleventh Hour.

Embarrassingly enough, I had cried as I clutched ontomyRaggedy Man. Little Amelia Pond had no idea the adventures she would go on. She had no idea how this so-called ‘Raggedy Man’ would change her life. In the same sense, neither had I. With either of my raggedy men.

At least I finally knew the answer to how well the Doctor fucked.

My eyes lifted to Grey. Yes, I knewverywell how good he fucked.You’re welcome younger me for making a life-long dream come true.

In all seriousness, I hadn’t wanted to fuck the Doctor until about season 7, episode 8. He had shifted from the ‘best friend Doctor’ into something else before that, but that episode is when he truly started stepping into his new role, and his new outfit.

I was asuckerfor a man in a three-piece suit. All clean-cut and dapper. There was nothing like a well-dressed man with articulate words and a nice cock to make a woman swoon.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Grey’s phone ringing.

He wiped his hands on his apron and picked it up. “Hello?”

I heard muffled voices on the other end.