Page 65 of Gravity

“Yeah, he’s doing really well. He’s on a different set of meds, and the seizures haven’t seemed to have set him back with any progress he’s already made, so he’s doing good. We just have to pray that they won’t happen again.”

“Do you think they will?” she eyes me cautiously, and I smile flatly.

Dr. Newman had said there was a high possibility of it reoccurring, so instead of telling myself it won’t happen, I’m telling myself that it will—not because I want Dad to go through that, but I’m hoping it will be less of a shock should I witness such a thing again.

“He’s high risk, so I believe it will.”

“Jeez,” she sighs, laying herself back down on the grass, readjusting her blonde hair braid over her shoulder to get comfortable. “That’s just crazy.”

“I know, right?” I turn over to lay on my stomach to face her, picking a blade of grass and twisting it between my fingers. “I just hope I’m not on my own if it happens. I completely froze last time.”

“So, I take it you’re not feeling confident with the fact that Asher is going away?”

I sigh, hating that he’s due to leave so soon. “I’m a little nervous, but there’s not a lot I can do about it. But with Grayson being around now, that makes it easier. If it weren’t for him helping me keep it together the first time around, I don’t know what I would have done.”

“How are things between you two now?”

“Things between us are great. Really good actually.” After our night together, he’d cooked me breakfast before driving me back to the hospital to visit Dad. Now, it’s going to be hard keeping my hands to myself when he’s around. He makes my body burn in ways I can’t even begin to describe, and I get lost in his touch every time that he is close.

I get a playful slap on my arm.

“Nora Nelson, what are you smiling at?” Makenna questions.

I’ve not spoken of what has developed between myself and Grayson to her yet, and I can only imagine her reaction when I do.

Looking up from the blade of grass I’m playing with, I give my friend a knowing look. “So, Grayson and me aren’t just talking.”

“What!” She bolts upright, her eye’s now wide. “Right, start talking, and fast. Does this mean there’s no more cherry to pop? Because that sounds like it’s popped.”

I laugh. “I love how you’re so forward.”

“I love how you constantly avoid my questions. Now talk.”

“We haven’t slept together. But holy damn, he’s good with his tongue.”

She gasps. “What? When? How?”

“You really want details?”

“Yes!”

I laugh. “The night Dad was in hospital. Asher and Mom stayed with him. Grayson stayed at mine, he kissed me, and it just happened, and I believe it will continue to happen.”

She studies me for a moment before a wicked grin spreads across her lips. “You naughty girl. I’m fucking proud of you.”

“Thanks. But this is between us. I don’t want to rush anything.”

“You don’t want to rush anything, but he’s already kissed your lady bits? Yeah, I’d take it slow, too,” she jokes, resting back down beside me. “Bet you’re glad I got you that job now, huh?”

I grin. “It will certainly be interesting to work with him. However, with everything that’s happened with Dad, I’ve asked for my schedules to be reduced this week.”

“Wow. Shortcake’s bagged herself the older guy. I think I’m jealous.”

“A very hot older guy.” I grin, thinking about the delicious lines of Grayson’s torso that I’d run my tongue over so many times that morning, teasing him the lower I got before I’d wrapped my hands around his hard length and taken him into my mouth.

The deep, husky groan that left his throat had me so wet and aching to the point I’d slipped my fingers between my thighs, right before he’d flipped me onto my back and fucked me with his tongue, drawing a scream from me that I didn’t recognize.

That man can do wicked and dirty things with his mouth, so lord knows what else he can do.