Page 40 of Accepting Fate

Grayson grabs my finger. “What are you doing?” he asks. His eyebrows are raised but he’s trying not to laugh.

“I’m seeing if you’re real. You have this cocky yet smooth attitude. Then you have a name like that. I must be dreaming.” I attempt to poke him again, but his grip is too strong.

“No filter Logan is back,” he says while letting go of my hands. Instead of resuming his previous position, on my knees, he slowly raises his hand to my face. He pauses waiting for me to give him the go-ahead.

It’s the smallest gesture but it means the world.

Giving him the okay, he tucks a rogue hair behind my ear. Stepping closer so that we are practically one, he leans his forehead down to meet mine.

Closing my eyes, I rest both of my hands on his sides. One of his hands stays on my face, brushing his thumb back and forth along my cheek. His other goes to my hip.

I don’t know what the hell is happening, but I feel an overwhelming sense of calm. Maybe it’s the mental and physical exhaustion or the fact that Grayson gives me a sense of security.

He saw some of the darkness that I let seep through and stayed. If this is how he reacts to the smallest amount of darkness, maybe he can handle the darkest.

I wish this was true. Grayson is proving to be an amazing guy, but I don’t want to risk him getting hurt because I let him in.

But judging by the way he reacted to me trying to make him leave earlier, I think it may be harder to get rid of him than keep him.

Now is not the time though. I need to get over this sickness and go on a proper date before I start thinking too far into the future.

“I can hear the wheels turning in your head. Either spill it or get out of there and come back to the present with me,” Grayson says while tapping the side of my head.

Opening my eyes, I lift my forehead from his and lean back on my hands and shrug.

I can’t help it, there’s a lot to think about.

Grayson lets go of my face and rests his hand on my other hip. He takes the hint that he isn’t going to get an answer.

Glancing over his shoulder to the oven, he says, “As much as I would love to spend the day with you, I have a client soon and I need to go home and change before I go in.”

Disappointment floods me unexpectedly.

“Don’t look so sad, Angel, you will see me again.”

Damn him. I really need to work on schooling my expressions around him.

I’m exhausted physically and emotionally so the only comeback I have in my arsenal is, “Keep dreaming, big guy.”

He laughs and lifts me off the counter, setting me back on the ground. He turns me around and starts walking me to the front door, pausing to grab his phone, wallet, and keys off the coffee table. As he does that, I walk to the front door and open it, and lean against the heavy wooden door.

Grabbing his hat off the hook and putting it on backward, Grayson stops in front of me, halfway out the door. “Looks like we got that date after all.”

I shake my head. “That wasn’t a date. That was… Well, I don’t know what the hell that was, but it wasn’t a date.”

“Hey, you’re the one that called me and slept with me on the first date,” he says while giving me his signature panty-dropping smile.

I point at his all-black truck and know I would have to take a running start to get into. “Get out of here. I’ve had enough of your caveman attitude for one day.”

He steps into me, “Liar. You’re already addicted. You know it.”

Rolling my eyes, I place my hands on his shoulders and turn him around. “Out you go, big guy.”

Grayson walks towards his truck but stops and turns back toward me. “One more thing. If you ever call yourself crazy again there will be consequences.”

My eyebrows hit the top of my head.

“Don’t worry, Angel, it’s nothing bad. But just know you will be sore for a week.”