Page 128 of Gravity

“We can get through this, Asher. We can help you. But you need to want help.”

“I do. I promise I will make this right.”

“Then I’m standing right beside you.”

* * *

Nora.

I wake to the glorious, familiar smell of Duck Donuts, and I grin before I even open my eyes, my stomach now growling like a tiger as I sense Grayson’s presence in front of me.

“Please tell me that smell is not a dream, and that when I open my eyes, I’ll be in real life heaven,” I say.

He chuckles. “Real life heaven is right in front of you, baby. And there are donuts, too.”

I peep open one eye and see he’s sitting on the coffee table with the box of donuts open.

My stomach does a little dance at the sight of him. “I mean, it took you long enough. I’ve only been home for five days.”

He raises a brow. “And here I was, going to share these with you. Never mind.”

He goes to stand, and I grab his leg, pulling him back. “Have I ever told you that I love you?”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Ms. Nelson.”

“Shut up and feed your broken lady.”

He chuckles.

Sitting myself up, I turn my body so Grayson can sit beside me on the couch. The cast to my broken leg is heavy, irritating me already, and it’s not even been on two weeks. “I never heard you go out.”

“I know. You were snoring too loudly to register I’d gone.”

I poke him in the ribs just as he moves the table forward for me to rest my leg up. “Ass.”

“You love my ass.”

I laugh. “Facts.”

“I saw Makenna whilst out. She’s going to come over later. Apparently, she’s still waiting to draw on your cast, but you won’t let her.”

“That’s because she’ll probably draw a big penis on it.”

“Hmm. Facts,” he says, causing me to laugh. Placing the box of donuts on my lap, I look down at the selection of nine that he’s chosen for us, and my mouth waters. Picking a peanut butter glazed one, I take a large bite and close my eyes as the flavor hits every taste bud in my mouth.

“Oh my God. You should try this,” I say, shoving it at his mouth. “So good.”

“Oh, yeah. Better than sex.”

I raise a brow at his sarcasm. “Excuse me.”

“What?” he grins. “Just saying.”

“Is someone a little sensitive because he’s not getting any bedroom love?”

“No. Yes. Maybe.”

I laugh, leaning forward to kiss him but also to remind him. “I’m sorry, but you’re the one who said no sex until my stomach was healed.”