“Might?”
I can practically feel his smirk.
I pinch his hip and he wiggles out of the way, only to pull me in closer. “I like you, too, Grayson.”
He takes my chin in his hand, tilting up my head so we’re face to face. “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Before I can offer him a sarcastic retort, his lips are onmine. The kiss is soft and sweet and melts any remaining solid parts of my heart to total goo.
I pull away when the kiss deepens, gesturing to my lower half. “As much as I am enjoying this, I think I’m closed for business for the next couple of days.”
He moves his hand to my cheek and then to the nape of my neck. “Am I not allowed to just kiss you?”
“You can kiss me anytime you want,” I say, before I realize the blanket permission I’ve just awarded him.
“I’m going to hold you to that.” He plants a closed-mouth peck on my upturned lips before settling me back in the crook of his arms. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better. It’s usually mild after the first couple of hours and then I’m just uncomfortable rather than writhing in pain.” I slip my hand under the hem of his sweatshirt so I can trace light circles on the bare skin of his stomach.
He mirrors the pattern on my back. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, but it sucks you have to go through that every month.”
“Indeed.”
We sit in the silence for a few minutes. And it’s lovely, and comfortable, and safe. And perhaps I’m still under the haze left behind by the painkillers and seeing Grayson reading one of my romance novels, but it feels good, and right, and not nearly as scary as I made it out to be in my head.
Grayson heads out later in the evening to grab some dinner, bringing back pizza that we eat at the small table in the corner of my room. After a shower, I change into fresh pajamas and climb back into bed. Even though I’vebarely been out of bed today, my body still feels wrecked and exhausted.
Grayson hesitates for a second after cleaning up the trash from our dinner. “I should go shower. We’ve got an early call time tomorrow.”
“Okay.” I wait for him to reach the door. “You can come back, you know. When you’re done. If you want to, I mean. You obviously don’t have to, because no sex is happening here, and I wouldn’t expect you to come back if you’re not into that, but you did win a night with no leaving.”
He crosses the room in a few short strides, kissing me before I can blab any further. “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes. And this doesn’t count as my prize. That will have to wait until you’re ready foractivities.” He raises his eyebrows, wiggling them around like a total dork. A totally adorable, sexy-as-fuck dork.
I fist my hand in his sweatshirt, bringing his lips back to mine for another kiss. “Good.”
Screen Scandals
I’m afraid I have some devastating news to deliver to you today, dear readers. As much as we have enjoyed ogling him over the years, dreaming about the day when he might come along and sweep us up into those huge, beefy biceps and carry us off into the sunset, it appears the one and only perpetually single Grayson West might be officially off the market.
As you may remember, Grayson was cast last minute in the upcoming rom-comNo Reservations, penned by and starring our eternal fave Emmy Harper. And although word on the street led us to believe there might have been some long-standing animosity between the two, these photos tell quite a different story. Yes, we realize it is highly likely these photos were captured during filming, and yes, we realize the sizzling chemistry might be due solely to fantastic acting.
But let’s be real. The heat between these two is literally jumping off the page. So although we will acknowledge there could be nothing here but a blockbuster movie in the making, we’re placing our bets that these two are more than just costars.
Need some more evidence? Check out this promo video (below) released by theNo ReservationsPR team recently. If these two aren’t hooking up in between takes, I’ll delete my Instagram account. Look at that eye contact and that hand squeeze! My heart literally clenched.
If Emmy and Grayson do indeed turn out to be Hollywood’s next A-list couple, well, we would like to be first in line to congratulate both of them on their impeccable taste. We already stan them as individuals and will be anxiously awaiting their official relationship confirmation. Now, what do we call them? Emson? Graymy? Let us know!
Chapter Sixteen
From the moment I walk into hair and makeup two days after the cramps from hell, I practically can feel Sam’s restless energy. He’s walking around the room, bouncing on the balls of his feet like a little kid about to perform in their first dance recital. When he bends his knees to bring himself to my eye level, his lips are pursed like he’s holding in the world’s greatest secret.
“Dude, please, just spit it out.” The words come out muffled because Sam is currently applying liner to my parted lips. But I can’t handle the tension any longer.
He practically throws down his tools and whips his phone from his pocket.
“Thank you for putting him out of his misery.” Amanda fluffs my hair, smoothing in some anti-frizz cream. “I made him promise he wouldn’t bring it up if you didn’t.”
“Bring what up?” I reach for Sam’s phone. “Ho-ly shit.”
