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My luck was pretty shitty tonight, and my teeth were chattering so hard I didn’t even attempt to argue. I lift my arms, and he steps closer, sliding the hoodie over my small frame. It engulfs me, wrapping me up in the same smell that was always just so…. Greyson. His own special brand.
“You’re freezing. Why are you standing out here?” He asks as his palms slide behind my neck, flipping my hair out from the hood.
I give him a look. I just thought I’d enjoy a nice chill evening.
He lifts a brow.
Fine. I locked my keys in the car. I admit, signing quickly.
His lip tilts slightly, as if he’s reliving a memory. My stomach twists because I’m all too familiar with the same one. This wasn’t the first time he’s rescued me.
Instead of feeling nostalgic, I nudge past him and storm towards his truck.
I wasn’t thrilled he was here, but I was so cold I probably would have jumped in with Ted Bundy himself. I felt like I was close to death anyway.
His large strides catch up with me, and he's latching onto the handle before I can get to it. He opens the door of his truck so I can hoist myself up. When I hit the seat, I notice he has on nothing but a thin long sleeve shirt.
I frown, and shift to remove the extra hoodie, but he stills my hands.
“No.” He shakes his head.
I glare at him, but he just reaches over, buckling my seatbelt before he slams the door. He jogs around the hood before climbing in next to me.
Adam said you missed a deer? He signs.
Yes.
Short and to the point. That’s the best way to keep it.
I’ll have Tony pick it up in the morning. He signs before he shifts the car in drive.
Tony was the one and only mechanic in town. A sweet older man who worked magic on anything that ran on gasoline. Lawn mowers, cars, tractors, snow mobiles. The occasional Barbie Jeep. I grin thinking about the time I wrecked it. I hadn’t had it a week. Camille was devastated and I ended up with a decent scar I was proud of.
I felt the graze of his knuckles on my arm, so I flicker my eyes over to him. “You look good in my clothes, Rosie.”
I lift my hand, flipping him the bird before I cross my arms, and face the window. I don’t care how cold I am, I’m not falling for the Greyson Roy charm.
I was beginning to thaw, but my wet jeans weren’t helping. Greyson slows down and begins the entry to what I just now realized was the driveway to his parent’s house.
I immediately brought my hands up. What are you doing? Take me home.
He ignores me, pulling up to the massive home on the edge of the mountain. I had been here a few times with Adam. It was beautiful and modern. The view was to die for.
“You’re freezing. This is closer.”
Before I knew it, we park and he’s out of the seat and rounding the hood again.
I huff, rubbing my eyes with my palms.
Greyson opens the door and when I didn’t step out, he moves at lightning speed, scooping me up before we're in route to the house.
I squirm, but it did nothing. He was like a cement wall of muscle. Sculpted and strong. I felt safe in his arms. I always had and that feeling confused me.
He sits me on my feet long enough to unlock the door, and I follow because at the moment all I have on me is wet clothes and a cell phone that was nearing its battery life as well.
The house is toasty, and a low fire is already burning in the fireplace.
He flips on a few lights, hits a few buttons on the coffee maker then he turns to face me.
