Page 36 of Accepting Fate
Last night was a shitshow. I freaking flinched at the guy after calling him over. I know he must have been confused because so was I.
Maybe this is my sign it’s finally time to start seeing a therapist. I’ve been meaning to make an appointment but I’m not ready to unpack all my baggage yet.
I attempt again to get out of Grayson’s hold, but his giant bear arms are no match for me. The guy has almost a foot on me and probably over a hundred pounds, too.
I don’t want to wake him, but my throat feels like the desert. If I don’t get some water as soon as possible, I’ll be coughing up my left lung.
When I try again, I feel something hard against my stomach. Knowing exactly what it is, I pretend it’s his belt buckle and shift my body to the side.
A sleepy Grayson lets out a groan. “If you don’t stop moving around like that, Angel, you are going to see things I don’t think you are ready for.” His voice is gravelly and sexy as hell.
“I’m trying to get off you, but your giant bear arms won’t let me go,” I say without meeting his gaze. I can’t look into those deep blue eyes of his. With everything that happened last night and now this morning, I’m too embarrassed.
“Shh, Angel. It’s too early for your sass.”
He shifts my body off his hardness. I think he’s going to pull me off him entirely, but he moves me so that I’m laying between him and the back of the couch but still on him. One hand goes behind his head and the other runs up and down my back like he’s trying to lull me back to sleep.
I almost give in but then a cough overtakes my entire body. I sit up and this time Grayson lets me. I don’t want to risk another embarrassing moment by accidentally kneeing him in the nuts. So, I decide to climb off the back of the couch and sprint to the kitchen.
Real cute, Logan.
When I reach the sink, I hear him laugh but I don’t care.
I turn around from chugging an entire glass of water and see Grayson sitting at the island on one of the high-back wooden bar chairs. He is leaning forward on his hands, his gaze locked on me, smiling. I look down to make sure my boobs aren’t out, or my pants aren’t hanging low enough to show my underwear.
Because that’s something that would happen to me.
Once I ensure I’m covered, I look back at him. His hair is a mess and sticking up in fifty different directions. His shirt is wrinkled but he has never looked sexier. I thought he was gorgeous at the hospital and the tattoo shop, but this fresh just out of bed look is doing something to me.
A snap takes me out of my trance. "Pretty girl, stop looking at me like I’m a piece of meat, or get over here and do something about it.”
My jaw drops and my cheeks heat up. I want to run away and hide but I can’t because I’m in my house.
Grayson tips his head back, his deep boisterous laugh filling the room.
“I…I wasn’t–” I try to come up with a lie to cover me blatantly checking him out but he interrupts me.
“Relax. I was just trying to lighten the mood. Are you feeling any better?”
My shoulders sag and I lean against the fridge. The reality of the past few hours hitting me again.
“Besides embarrassing the fuck out of myself then falling asleep on you, I’m great.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Except for your snoring.”
“I do not—” I pause when laughter takes over his body again. I grab a dish towel off the counter and throw it at his face. Of course, he catches it and tosses it on the island, still laughing. His reaction almost causes me to break my annoyed stance.
This man must have some sort of caveman magical powers. Even when he says shit like this, I can’t help but want to fall into whatever world he’s living in.
“Hey, it’s not a caveman snore. It’s more like a…” He pauses to run his hand on his beard.
Taking a few steps to the island, I cut him off, “I do not snore. I have proof so good luck coming up with a comparison.”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I realize I said too much.
Grayson sits up and leans back into the chair, crossing his arms over his chest, causing his biceps to look bigger. His eyebrows raise and he gives me a questioning look. “Proof? Care to explain that, pretty girl?”
I shake my head. “Nope,” I say smiling, hoping he drops it. At this point, I’m five seconds from proving to Grayson that I am certifiably insane and send him running for the hills.