He looks around the space as if he’s viewing it from my eyes. “Thank you.”
“It’s not at all what I expected for you, I must say.”
He cocks his head as he looks at me. “And what were you expecting?”
I shrug as I take a seat and the breakfast bar and look around. “I don’t know. Just darker, I guess.”
“I was a different person when I built this house. And in a way, I’m glad. The bright and airy feel to the place helped a lot when all I wanted to do was sit in the dark.”
I nod in understanding. “I guess that makes sense.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I hated the brightness, but I wouldn’t change it,” he says before moving around the kitchen, collecting the supplies he needs.
It’s an odd sight, watching Grayson do something as domestic as preparing a meal. But it’s also sexy as hell. The way his muscles flex against his T-shirt as he dices the steak has my mouth watering for something other than food and I cross my legs to tame the pulse forming between my thighs.
Gray’s eyes land on mine and he assesses me a moment before amusement shines in his dark eyes. “You good?”
I nod, slightly dazed. “Mm-hmm.”
“You got a little…” he points at his chin in indication, and I quickly wipe at my mouth, only to realise he’s fucking with me.
He throws his head back with a booming laugh and I narrow my eyes at him as my cheeks flame in embarrassment. “You know, I’m not sure I’m a fan of this sudden playful side of you.”
He cocks his head as his eyes roam my body, the green in them turning heated. “Well, I’m certainly a fan of this bashful side of you.”
I roll my eyes, waving a hand through the air dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it.”
He chuckles in response before turning his attention back on the task at hand. We keep the flirting to a minimum for the rest of the evening, instead focusing on safer topics. He tells me more about his life growing up, and the time he spent with Rueben. And I tell him what it was like living with Savannah and her parents.
A yawn slips free, and I quickly glance at my phone, my eyes widening in horror when I see its after one in the morning. “Oh my God. I need to get home.”
Grayson frowns. “Why?”
I show him the time on my phone with a confused look. “Because it’s late.”
“Stay,” he shrugs nonchalantly.
“What?” I ask, unsure if I heard him correctly.
“Stay here,” he repeats.
I give him a weary look. “We’ve never done that before.”
He rolls his eyes at me. “It’s not a big deal. We don’t have to share a bed if that makes you uncomfortable. There are three other rooms in this house. But you’re not driving home at this time.”
I shake my head. “It doesn’t make me uncomfortable. I just didn’t think sleepovers were part of our deal.”
He shrugs again as he stands. “They are now. I’ll find you something to wear.”
Grayson disappears down the long corridor leading to his bedroom and I stare at the spot he just vacated, contemplating if I should follow him or not. When he doesn’t return, I stand and make my way towards his bedroom, finding the door open and the space empty.
A black t-shirt lays on the end of his bed, and I go to it, lifting the dark fabric up and assessing it like it’s the most interesting thing on earth.
This whole day has been weird. First, he buys me cowboy boots – in the correct size, might I add. Secondly, he took me on a romantic horseback ride. Then he got all shy, fumbling over his words as he asked me to stay for dinner – which he cooked for me. And now, he’s asking me to stay and giving me one of his t-shirts to sleep in.
What in the ever-loving fuck does this all mean?
I give my head a shake and decide not to overthink it too much. I remove my clothes and bra, leaving my panties on and pull the t-shirt over my head. The fabric is soft against my skin, falling to just above my knees. Grayson’s scent wraps around me and I inhale deeply, revelling in it.
