“What? Right, okay. We’ll pack now.” Max says as he jumps out of bed, still bollock naked, and starts rushing around the room. Then pauses to look back at Gracie. “Please don’t repeat what you saw to anyone. We are going to tell them when we can.”
“Has this… I mean… Is this a new thing? What the hell, guys?”
“No, it’s been a long time.” He says, but his attention is on getting himself dressed. “I’m sorry, baby, I need to go and see what’s going on.” He adds, before giving me one last look, then scooting around Gracie and leaving the room.
“Gracie,” I croak out. “Please leave it to us to come clean. It needs to come from us.”
“Can I turn back around?” She asks softly, and I just hum in agreement. Her face drops even more when her eyes land on me, and she hurries over to the bed. “Oh, Lucy. Everything will be okay. I promise I won’t tell anyone until you’re ready. But, what exactly is there to tell?”
Taking a deep breath, I shimmy up the bed, taking the blanket with me. The last thing Gracie needs right now is to see any more of my nakedness.
“We’re in love. We have been for a very, very long time.” I admit, my eyes are watering. “Can you believe we were actually going to tell you all later tonight?"
“And you’ve been keeping this to yourself this whole time? Does anyone else know?” She asks, the pity in her eyes is making me want to cry even more.
“We told our parents when we were younger, and it all blew up in our faces. But other than them and Sara, no one else knows.”
“Shit, Lucy. This is a lot for you to carry all alone. I never would have guessed it in a million years!”
“I don’t know what to do. It seems like the timing is never in our favour.” The tears finally fall, silently trickling down my face.
“I have known about you two for all of two minutes, and I could see how much you mean to one another.” She says, taking my hand in hers. “Whenever you’re ready, I promise to help you do it.”
