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“Well, that would be terribly inconvenient.”

His mouth finds mine.

For a moment, I forget we’re halfway up a staircase.

Then he pulls back.

“Bedroom,” he mutters.

“Bossy.”

“Determined.”

“Impatient.”

“You have no fucking idea.”

His bedroom is warm, the fireplace casting a soft glow across the dark wooden furniture.

Grayson sets me on my feet beside the enormous bed.

Then he steps back.

I frown.

“What?”

“Want to make sure we’re on the same page.”

I glance at the bed.

“Pretty sure we’re in the same chapter.”

“Autumn.”

“Grayson.”

He catches my hand.

“I’m serious.”

I look up at him.

The teasing disappears.

“I know.”

His thumb brushes my knuckles.

“I’ve spent ten years imagining what it’d feel like to hold you again.”

My heart stumbles.

“Gray…”

“Thought about it more times than I care to admit. Usually when I was trying not to.”

I step closer.