I reach out, cupping her face in my hands. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat for you, Lilly,” I admit, soothing my thumb against her cheek. “Because you’re worth it.”
She’s worth everything.
She smiles, her cheeks flushing. “You’re worth it too, Greyson.” She whispers, barely audible, but I heard, and my heart clenches.
I stare at her as she continues tending to my wounds, and then a thought spring to mind…a thought I’ve been too nervous to ask her.
“Go to the ball with me.” I blurt.
“What?” She asks, unwrapping a bandage.
“The masquerade ball, go with me. As my date.”
Glancing up at me, she licks her lips before looking back down at my hand and wraps a bandage around it, making me hiss.
“Sorry,” she whispers, like she feels bad for hurting me. “But to answer your question…yes, I’ll go with you, as your date.” She grins sitting back on her heels.
Fuck, she looks so beautiful down there on her knee’s, and it has my cock jumping in my sweats.
Down boy, now is not the time to get horny.
“Come here.” I say, reaching my hand out to hers and dragging her up. Pulling her between my legs, I cup her cheeks.
So fucking beautiful.
“Greyson.” She whispers.
“I know, baby. I know.” I mummer before smashing my lips to hers.
Chapter 40
Lilly
I’m meant to be preparingthe last of the article before Lakelyn and I need to submit it in the morning, but instead I’m sitting at my desk watching Greyson through the small mirror I’d deliberately positioned to stare at him.
I don’t know how long I’ve been staring, too long. But I can’t help it.
I’ve never really taken into consideration how attractive he is, yeah, I always found him good looking, but as I’m staring at him now, I’m seeing him in a different light.
I’ve always been attracted to blonds, hence Kyle. But Greyson is the complete opposite of Kyle, in more ways than one.
Greyson was the epitome of attractiveness, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, ever. His dark brown hair has grown over the last few weeks, and it was long enough now to fall across his forehead and into his eyes, something I knew he hated because I’ve see him on several occasions shoving the fallen pieces away from him with a huff.
I liked the length it was at currently, it gave me the perfect amount to tug onto while he finger fucked my pussy and ate me out, something that’s happened twice since Thanksgiving.
I just couldn’t get enough of him.
And oh fuck, he was perfect at it.
I could already feel the jealousy building up inside me, dreading the inevitable end between us. I knew the way his lips felt on mine, how they fucking felt eating me out. And call me selfish, but I didn’t want anyone else to experience that.
I didn’t want them to witness what we shared—the kisses and everything else. I wanted to be the only person to witness everything Greyson Montgomery had to offer.
We weren’t forever—I have to keep reminding myself this every time my heart skips a beat when I see him.
Because my fucking heart seems to think he’s the one, that he’s staying. And now my mind is starting to believe it too. Honestly, it’s a cruel trick, this hope that’s creeping in and making me believe in something that’s not meant to last.
I’m a big believer in love, I fucking adore love. But I need to be realistic here, what’s happening between Greyson and me isn’t love…but why is it starting to feel like that?
