His eyes widen, clearly having been caught off guard, and he opens his mouth to speak, but I hold my hand up before he can say a word. “Never mind. That was inappropriate even for me. As you can tell, I don’t always think before talking.”
I giggle, letting my imagination run wild with what it may look like instead. “Okay, here’s mine. When I was fifteen, I gave my first blowjob. Which was nasty, by the way. Anyway, the next dayI woke up with a sore throat, and when I looked in the mirror, I could see white patches at the back. I freaked out, thinking I had caught an STI or something.”
I press my lips together, trying my hardest not to laugh at the embarrassing memory. “Thankfully it was the weekend and my dad was home, so I ran to him and told him everything. Let me just say, I was mortified that I had to share my first sexual experience with my dad, and he looked like he was about to pass out. Finally, he took me to see our family doctor, and well, it turns out it was just tonsillitis. So yeah, I basically shared a very private experience with my father for absolutely no reason.”
Greyson’s eyes widen to saucers as he sucks in his lips, then puckers them, fighting hard against his reaction. Then the most beautiful thing happens. His lips spread, mouth opening wide as he throws his head back and lets out a rich, deep laugh with his hand pressed against his chest.
The sound coming from his throat is so loud, I fear he’ll wake up Little Tulip. I jump from my seat between his spread legs and place my hand over his lips to dim the noise. “Shh! You’ll wake up Gracie!” I say, laughing along with him.
Grey’s head comes back down as his hand leaves his chest and he places both on my hips, his laugh slowly fading. He nips the inside of my fingers with his teeth, making me pull it away to reveal a breathtaking smile.
I rest my palm against the side of his neck and place the other on his chest, sighing as I bite my lip. “You laughed… and now you’re smiling.”
“Yeah, Bunny. I’m smiling,” he murmurs.
We’re so close, my body pressing against his, his breath a soft flutter over my mouth, and our noses almost touching. I look down at his lips, wondering what they would taste like against mine, wanting to trace them with my fingertips.So much for not exploring whatever this is.His hands lift up the sides of mybody, pulling my dress higher, then come back to my hips and squeeze as his face becomes more serious.
He closes his eyes and looks pained. “I was in love with Rose. Well, I thought I was. Now I’m not sure it was really that. When we met, she was the first person who didn’t recognize me; she only saw me for me. It was easy with her, and we shared such a strong connection that night.”
My eyes widen at his admission, but I stay quiet and let him continue.
“That weekend, I was only visiting my family and needed to be back in New York the next day. My schedule was packed when I got home, but I managed to make it back to Toronto a month later and looked for her. But without her real name, my searches came up empty.” He shrugs and offers me a small half-smile.
“I never forgot her, and when I saw her at the game that first time after she met Silas, I nearly lost it. The girl I thought I loved was in love with my best friend, but now I realize it wasn’t that. It’s not like how they feel about each other. Maybe it was just a strong crush or heavy lust, I don’t know… I’ve never really told anyone…” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and drops my gaze, a glimpse of shame flickering in his eyes.
“The day Rose found out she was pregnant is the same day I met Gracie’s mom. Ironic, isn’t it? The day I find out the girl I love is having my best friend's baby, I go and make my own.” He chuckles humorlessly, searching my eyes for a sign of how I feel about his declarations. His hands on me tighten as if he fears I might run away.
Wow… I… I don’t even know how to process all of that…
I always thought there was more to his feelings toward Cecilia; I just didn’t realize they were this deep. Cece had told me about the night she met Greyson back when we were eighteen. We were both studying in Toronto to become event planners and went to some posh Christmas party during our break.
While I was off doing God knows what, Cecilia had spent the night with Greyson. Although Cece wasn’t hooked up on Greyson like he was, at least from what she told me, and only thought about him from time to time.
“I had a feeling you were… I won’t say anything, I promise.”
Great. Not only do I have to be jealous about my best friend finding the love of her life, but also now that she has a great guy pining over her. Yet I can’t even seem to find one person who truly loves me, truly wants me and only me…
Chapter nine
Greyson
And the ‘O’ award goes to…
I never thought I’d admit my feelings for Cecilia to anyone, let alone her best friend, but I’m glad I told Bunny. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. She shared something deep with me, and it only felt right that I do the same.
Emma’s idea to share stories was a smart one. I already feel like I know her better, know things about her that not everyone does.I feel closer to her.
From this close, I notice a splatter of minuscule freckles over the bridge of her nose, something I hadn’t noticed before. Emma is one of those rare redheads who doesn’t have a hint of freckles.Or so I thought.
I lift my hand from her waist and skate my finger down the dorsum of her slender nose, then draw over the Cupid’s bow ofher upper lip to her full bottom one. I pull it down slightly until I’m forced to let my hand drop between us.
I watch her pulse point flutter in her neck, the shaky intake and outtake of air she produces. Her pink tongue sticks out, sliding over the path my finger had taken, leaving a shiny wet trail behind. The hand on my neck slides up into my hair as she twirls the strands at my nape around her finger.
“I’ve never had an orgasm that wasn’t self-inflicted,” she whispers as she stares at my mouth.Fuck me!I never expected her to say that. You’d think men would be battling to give her pleasure with the beauty she displays.
Desire blooms deep in me, my heart rate picking up as my hand that rests on her hip circles behind, pulling her tighter against me. Her pupils dilate, a red hue blossoming over her cheeks. I like this blushing side of Emma she doesn’t seem to let out often. I could get used to seeing it.
“At first I thought the guys I was with were just shitty in bed. But I’m now twenty-seven years old and still haven’t managed to have one with a partner. So obviously I’m the common denominator. It’s me, I’m the problem,” she adds pensively, her fingers still moving through my hair.
