“I told you that you're under my wing. That comes with a lot of perks. It doesn't matter how many things you buy today, I'll take care of all of them. Just shop away.”
I fight the urge to squeal, and this is a fight I lose. The sudden sound makes our guide pause and look our way.
“Is everything okay?” she asks.
I nod in response, fully smiling. “Yes, it is. I think we've seen enough, though. It's time to try on some dresses.”
The girl smiles in return. “Right this way, please.” She leads us to a really cozy dressing room. “Your—” her eyes drift to both of our fingers, “—partner can wait here while you deliver your very own fashion show. Shall we get started?”
For the first time in a long time, I begin to feel like myself again. It's been ages since I did stuff like this.
Most of my days have consisted of trying to survive, thinking about how much my life has changed. However, as I stand in this dressing room about to try on a bunch of clothes for Grant to see, I no longer feel so different.
After such an eventful day, Grant and I retire to his house for the evening. After having an early, fully satisfying dinner, neither of us is hungry. He pulls up to the house and parks in front of it.
I'm still in awe of his home, even though this isn't my first time seeing it. It just looks so sophisticated, but I find myself feeling less comfortable here than I am in the pack house. Maybe that place is actually starting to grow on me.
We waste no time retiring to our rooms, with me taking the one just across from Grant. He stops me just before I enter the room, though.
“A change of environment can be uncomfortable,” he tells me, “especially unplanned ones. If you feel any sort of anxiety tonight, my door is going to be unlocked. Just come over and we can talk, okay?”
I nod in response, wondering if I will take his offer. I keep my door unlocked as well, just in case, before settling into the guest room.
I don’t even bother changing. I just plop down on the bed and glance around the room. I quickly decide that I like the pack house more. This place has no character whatsoever and feels like I'm in a bland, albeit expensive, hotel.
As night falls, I find myself alone with my thoughts again, which is the worst place to be. I roll around in my bed, feeling uncomfortable on the soft mattress.
Grant was right…
I slowly get up from the bed and walk to the door, but stop myself before I reach for the handle. I take a few steps back, sighing.
What am I doing? What am I even going to say to him? Hey, can I sleep with you? I can't fall asleep on my own.
I shake my head before going back to the bed to try again. This time it feels even worse, but it's mainly because I've already brought the thought of sleeping beside Grant to my mind.
That's infinitely better than any kind of rest I'm going to get on my own.
I continue tossing and turning on the bed before gathering all my courage and opening the door. The sight in front of me is of Grant wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants.
“Hi…” I say, trying not to stare at him too much. This is a challenge I fail woefully at as my eyes move to his pecs and stay there. “I couldn't—”
“Me neither,” he says, getting even closer. I feel his body heat against me, and it's so much better than being in that bed alone. I close the gap between us, unable to hold myself back for even a second longer.
I kiss Grant softly, but soon the intensity increases. My hands move to his body, resting on his chest and torso muscles. A smile crosses my lips as I realize just how much I've missed having his body against mine.
Grant pulls me away from my room, transporting me to his own. He lifts me up and places me on the bed, deepening our kiss.
I moan into his mouth as his fingers begin to find their way around my body. The dress I have on becomes a thing of the past very quickly.
The chill from the air conditioning doesn't seem to bother me as internal heat builds. The raw desire we have proves to be far too strong.
All I know more than anything else is that I need Grant inside me right now. As his body covers my own, I reach for his waistband and tug down until his hardness hits the middle of my thighs.
Grant gets rid of his sweatpants, tossing them to the floor and leaving no fabric between our naked, hungry bodies.
The wetness between my legs grows just from being around him. His warm body covers mine as his right hand controls both my arms, moving them over my head.
I lie there, squirming in anticipation as he begins to slide his member into me. I let out a small cry, the deeper it goes.
