You broke the bike that broke my hand
But on my cast wrote clumsy clam
And that’s why…
I hate the way you laugh because it’s always at me.
But I love the way you cry because it’s always for me.
With a friend like you, who needs an enemy.
In a friend like you, I found my family.
Yes, a friend like you, my gravity.”
Grayson gave a broken laugh and sang the rest of the words with Dianna.
“Keeping me humble, keeping me down.
Keeping me safe, keeping me sound.”
I kissed away a tear that came rolling down his cheek as Dianna sang the last chorus and the video cut off.
Grayson turned to me, fisting a hand in my hair, holding me to him. “Where the hell did you get this, little witch?”
I chuckled, nuzzling my nose against his. “Deep,deepin the high school archives.”With the help of your mother.
“Baby, you have no idea…” he said thickly, unable to finish.
“I do, Gray. I know,” I whispered back. Shit, I could feel it. All his emotions swirling around me, inside me like thick mist. I knew exactly how much this meant to him. I had known from the very first time I’d seen the video.
Grayson pulled me onto his lap, stroking my hair out of my face. “This is the best gift anyone could ever get me,” he murmured.
“I know.” I kissed him softly.
“I love you, Ava. More than fucking life. I. Love. You.” His chin trembled. He did not try to hide it. “So much. Sofuckingmuch.”
Gods!My ferocious devil. My beautiful angel. I smiled softly at him. “I still love you more, Gray.”
His eyes bored into mine. “Impossible.”
Grayson
Itwisted,softlyloweringher onto the bed.
All the feelings running amok in my body were suffocating me, making it impossible to breathe. But I cherished every one of them. I let them devour me. I let them run free even if my heart threatened to give in.
Because it was all for Ava. My baby made me feel so much, I was surely going to implode. And I needed to make the most of the time I had left.
I pulled her tighter against me. How did my little witch get that video? I had already gone through the school’s archive many years ago.
My chest swelled with pride. Even after studying her every move, every breath, every thought she offered me, she still surprised me. I had never been in awe of someone like I was ofher. She was otherworldly. An enigma that had me marvelling at her feet.
Ava was trembling in my arms, her haunting green eyes sparkling with anticipation.
I smiled at them. She knew what was coming. She knew how badly I needed to feel her skin against mine so I could be sure this was real.
I slowly unbuttoned her shirt, savouring each new strip of skin I could see. I slowly traced my fingers down between the valley of her breasts. They were exquisite. Almost perfect. They only needed my name scarred into them. The seven letters, five millimetres in height, on her right breast, twenty millimetres above her nipple. Fuck, I would have to make sure she slept naked the following nights, so I could stare at it while she slept, as much as my messed-up mind needed to, without frightening her with my depravity.
