“I don’t plan to stop kissing you.” His lips curved into a smile as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine again. “So at this rate you might be signing up for marathons.”
“Not funny!” I leaned back and chucked a pillow at him. “Running is stupid.”
He chuckled and put his arm along the back of the couch. “Well, it looks like that walk on the Greenbelt is going to have to wait.”
I leaned into his chest and felt his warmth seep through my sweater. “Sorry, it sounded great.”
He shrugged. “We can go later, once you are better.”
I felt his chest expand as he yawned. He had started working late after he left my apartment a few times this week, and I was positive he wasn’t getting the doctor-recommended number of hours of sleep. That, plus the contractors and collectors were constantly calling. I was worried for him.
His fingers were firm yet gentle as they rubbed my scalp and played with my hair.Later. He was planning on a later with me. I wondered how much later? I loved every minute we spenttogether, but a part of me was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
There would be something.
Another girl.
Work taking all his focus.
He would change his mind about me.
It could be a million things, but each one led to heartbreak.
I rubbed the smooth button of his blue button-up shirt. He had another Kismet event tonight in a few hours, but he came to sit with me until it started.
Somehow without me noticing, and without my permission, Grant had become the person I talked to before I fell asleep and the first one I texted in the morning.
How had this man already made such an imprint on my heart when we had been together for only six days? He had shown me how it felt to be appreciated for who I was. The cuddles and make-outs were not bad either.
Grant shifted under me, causing me to look at his face. “Hey, are you okay? Does your ankle hurt?”
I shook my head. “Sorry, I was just thinking about how it’s crazy I haven’t known you that long.”
He kissed my forehead, “It’s been a pretty great week, though.” He smiled, showing off his dimple.
“True.”
He winked. “Let me grab some fresh ice.” He carefully unwound me from his chest, leaning me back onto the couch.
He walked to the kitchen, and I pictured how it would feel for him to be walking away for good. My heart buckled at the thought. My breath hitched, and I knew if it ended, it would take a long while to recover.
“Want me to start a movie? I’m sure you have more Cary Grants.” He raised his brows as he dumped the ice in the sink and grabbed some fresh ice from the freezer.
Maybe the Grant from the movies I was looking for did exist.He came in a little different packaging than I expected, with a love of rock music and a weird addiction to pickle chips and Red Bull. But he was just as kind and loving as I’d imagined.
He was standing in my kitchen right now, even though he was so busy. He was here now, asking to watch my favorite movie. He was here now to take care of me.Was it too good to be true?
“Roman Holidayis great. Not Cary Grant, though.”
He shrugged. “Your call.” He gingerly placed the ice on my ankle, adjusting the pillow underneath it. “When did you last take ibuprofen?”
I picked up my phone, glancing at the time. “Two hours ago.”
He nodded and sat beside me, handing me the remote.
I didn’t get to know the ending from the start, but the start was turning out to be something amazing. I turned onRoman Holiday.“Next we can do theTransformersone?”
He put his arm behind me. “Deal. That one might have to wait until after work, though.”
