He wasn’t even mad about it. Hopeshouldhave come first. That was only right.
“Hope took to you pretty quickly,” Grant said, which Sunny took to mean that there was some chance it’d work out.
He wasn’t so sure. If Hope kicked back at all, or Grant got nervous about telling her...
“We have a lot in common.” Sunny smiled to himself. “She’s a good kid. Smart, like her dad.”
Grant snorted. “You mean like her mom. Her dad’s kind of an idiot.”
“Kinda,” Sunny said, still stroking Grant’s hair. “But not where it counts.”
“Thanks.” Grant pushed his head against Sunny’s hand, silently pleading for more contact.
Sunny wanted to kiss him again.
Not just again, but all the time. He could feel his heart tugging toward Grant every time he was within arm’s reach.
It was a nice feeling, even if it was terrifying to be this attached to someone. Especially when he was still unsure about how they fitted together, exactly.
Or rather, unsure about how all this was going to play out. There still seemed to be a lot of things between them and a happily ever after.
If that was even what Grant wanted.
Hell, if that was even whatSunnywanted. He wasn’t sure of anything yet.
Well… that wasn’t entirely true.
Hewassure that he was happier when Grant was around than when he wasn’t. Which was a clue to how he really felt.
Sunny just wasn’t ready to do the kind of introspection he clearly needed to. Not yet. He’d get there.
“Hey, Sunny?” Grant opened his eyes to look up at him, the pretty pale blue as striking as ever.
It was a shame Grant didn’t know how pretty his eyes were. Sunny would have to get into the habit of telling him more often.
“Yeah?” Sunny smiled down at him. He looked so peaceful, so content that it made Sunny’s heart tight to see. Grant deserved this. He deserved some happiness in life, and Sunny was so grateful that he got to give him that.
“I was coming up here to say… I-”
A knock on the door cut Grant off mid-sentence.
“Daddy?” Hope called from the other side. “Dinner’s ready.”
“Okay sweetheart. I’ll be there in a second,” Grant called back.
Whatever he’d been about to say, the moment was lost.
Sunny had a pretty good idea what it had been, though.
Part of him was glad that Grant hadn’t said it. He wasn’t sure what his response would have been. He wasn’t sure he was ready to hear it.
All the same, the thought made him feel warm inside. He liked theideaof hearing that Grant loved him. He just wasn’t sure he could handle actually having to respond to it just now.
“I guess we’ve been summoned,” Grant said, sitting up again. “You coming?”
“Am I invited?” Sunny asked. He assumed so, but he wanted to be sure.
“Of course. There’s plenty. Maybe there won’t be so many leftovers this year.”
Sunny smiled at that. Grant really did want him to share Christmas with his family.
That was a big deal. He wasn’t sure that Grant understood what an honor it felt like, but he’d take it, anyway.
Sunny pecked Grant on the lips, then grinned broadly at him. “I’ll race you,” he said, tossing the pillow back to where it belonged and scrambling off the bed.
He wasn’t sure yet how this was going to end, but he planned on savoring it right now.
