Chapter12
After a quiet,awkward dinner, Priya went to sunset yoga by herself. When she got back to the cabin, Grady wasn’t there, and she crawled into bedalone.
She wasn’t asleep when he returned, just in that dozy, settled state just before dropping off. Relaxed enoughthat he assumed she was. He moved quietly through the cabin. She listened as he had a shower, then the bed dipped as he joined her under theblankets.
He kissed her outstretched hand before wrapping it in his fingers. He stretched out along her body and slung his other arm low acrossherhips.
Despite the tension of the evening, she still bloomed for him. Every touch was the same,like her body knew they had limited time together, and in the feelings hierarchy, loving Grady trumped being pissedathim.
Shestiffened.
No. She didnotlove him. Making love to him,maybe.
“Priya?”
“I’m notawake.”
“I’msorry.”
“Stop talking.” She suddenly knew, in a lightning strike of pure panic, that he didn’t feel the same way. He was fond of her,he adored her, he loved her body. But there was no way Grady could love her. Love didn’t allow you to ignore someone for ten months. She rolled over and pulled him on top of her. “I don’t want tofight.”
“I was trying to apologize,” he said with a lopsided grin, and she realized he wastoasted.
They weren’t going to have a grown-up conversation while he wasdrunk.
But theycould have sloppydrunksex.
She shoved her panties down her hips and he took the hint. His big, broad hands cupped her ass, bringing her pelvis up against his erection. They kissed roughly as she rubbed herself on his cock. Shamelessly dirty.Perfectlyhot.
This was whattheyhad.
Grady would always be the hottest fuck of her life, the best lay she’d ever had. When she wasa crazy grandmother, she’d scandalize her granddaughters with stories about the Navy SEAL she shared a week with atsummercamp.
A week plus twonights.
Eight days intotal.
It could never be enough. But it would have to last her alifetime.
Grady flipped her over and urged her hips into the air. He crawled down the bed and kissed her like that, licking her folds untilshe was writhing against his face. Then he fumbled for a condom, and she pretended hehadn’t.
She closed her eyes as he mounted her from behind and imagined some of those grandchildren looking like a mix of her and Grady.Your grandfather stole my heart in the boathouse, she pretended she might tell someone one day. It was a fairytale ending. She knewbetter.
But as his fingers duginto her hips, it was that fantasy that pushed her into herorgasm.
After, he pulled her into his arms and she fell asleep with his face buried inherhair.
It felt likegoodbyesex.
The last thought she had before she drifted off was that she hated goodbye sex, but she wouldn’t have traded it for the world,either.
It was raining againonThursday morning, too heavily for campers to head out on a Dawn Hike, so after Grady dashed to the main lodge for coffee, he crawled back into bed withPriya.
He’d ended up drinking with Team Bonfire after dinner. It had taken him too long to realize Priya wasn’t going to come and find them after yoga. By the time he’d gotten back to the cabin, he’d been sloshed and she’d been asleep—andthen he’d woken her up forhotsex.
He’d make that up to her this morning. Let her ride his face and spend some quality time with her nipples, get hergoinggood.
But she slept right until breakfast, and then disappeared to the Arts and Crafts building. Grady challenged Wyatt to a workout, and got his ass kicked because Wyatt hadn’t been drinking allnight.
