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“Don’t act like this is goodbye. I’m going to see you again soon, but I can’t leave her. Iwon’tleave her again.”
His eyes are filled with sadness, but I think he understands. “Alright fine, you better get inside before they realize you’ve been gone.”
I can feel him pulling away from me, making my heart shatter. Being with Greyson is a rollercoaster ride. One minute we’re on a high together and the next, he does exactly what I do when I’m emotional or overwhelmed—he retreats and becomes cold.
I lean in, giving him a swift kiss before hopping out of the car. As I walk away, I look back over my shoulder, giving him a small smile. His eyes never leave my body. I turn back around and make my trek toward the house, feeling his stare burning a hole in my back.
Last night was the best night of my life. It started out a little rocky—I was so unsure of whether I was ready to take that next step with Greyson, but now that I have, I’m already having withdrawals.
Greyson’s showed me there’s so much more to sex than just pleasuring a man. It’s like a sex goddess has entered my body, taking control of every fiber of my being.
The thing is, I don’t want that goddess to leave me. The new Lainey has been awakened and she’s refusing to be placed back inside that cage again.
Approaching the house, I’m filled with relief seeing that no lights are on. Right now, I’m overwhelmed with emotions, and honestly exhausted from my night with Greyson.
My body was begging me not to leave his side. All I wanted to do was climb onto his lap, nestle my head into his neck and let his presence surround me. There’s something oddly calming about being with him. It allows me to forget everything for a moment.
He’s all-consuming, like a storm you don’t see coming until you’re spinning in the chaos of madness. All of the mayhem is worth it, once you get to the eye of the storm. The calm serenity inside that hurricane is what pulls me to him. He’s everything that’s bad for me, but also the only thing that feels achingly good.
Rounding the house the long way to avoid the cameras, I look up to my bedroom window and sigh, knowing I now have to pull my exhausted self up. Grabbing hold of the drain pipe, I start to pull myself up. My fingers latch onto the bracket bolted to the house, and I push my feet off the ground, trying to lodge them firmly against the side of the wall. The pipe creaks under my weight, but it remains in place. I attempt to lift myself up but my arms and body feel weak, probably from lack of sleep and the extra energy spent on Greyson.Literally on him.
My feet drop back down to the ground and a loud huff leaves my body.Get it together, Lainey. You can do this.
Shaking out my arms and rolling my neck, I grab onto the bracket and kick my feet off the ground again. I’m able to work my way higher this time. Shuffling my hands up, carefully pulling myself up the pipe, I make it to the second bracket. Fire suddenly shoots up my arms, and they begin to shake uncontrollably, causing my right hand to slip. I try to muffle the squeak that’s leaving my throat.
As I lose my grasp on the pipe, everything moves in slow motion. I’m falling at least eight feet down, suddenly wondering how I can land without breaking anything. My shoulder connects first with the ground, then my head, before the rest of my body slams down. A loud groan rips from my throat as I roll on my back.
Luckily, I didn’t hear anything pop and I’m not in excruciating pain, so I’m pretty sure nothing’s broken. I lie there, desperately hoping nobody heard that. From what I can see, no lights have come on, but my view is pretty limited, considering I can only see one side of the house and I’m looking up at it from the cold, hard ground.
Pushing myself up so I’m sitting, I run my fingers through my hair, pulling out the grass and leaves tangled into it. I pat off my clothes as I stand, and try to look as put together as possible.
Fear spreads through me when I finally realize that I physically can’t climb back up to the second floor right now, so I’m going to have to go through the front door. I make my way back out to the road—avoiding the cameras—then to the front door to make it look like I just came back from a walk. I slowly open the wooden door, hoping it won’t creak and give me away. The inside of the house is still pitch black, and the tension seeps out of my shoulders a little.
Instead of heading to my room, I pad quietly toward the kitchen to grab some water and a snack. Trying to figure out how I’m going to open my locked bedroom door without any tools makes me a little nervous, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. I can always find something in the bathroom or kitchen if I need to.
Pulling open the fridge makes my stomach grumble as I see leftovers sitting inside. All the activity with Greyson has left me tired, hungry, and thirsty. Sex really does work up an appetite. Feeling a metallic taste in my mouth, I realize that the skin of my lip is still broken where Greyson bit me earlier. A grin spreads across my face, thinking about all the thirty things we did together.
Pulling the leftover pasta out of the fridge, I turn to set it on the counter before closing the fridge door. A high-pitched scream fills the room as I accidentally drop the bowl of pasta on the ground.Thank god it’s a Tupperware dish.Composing myself, I realize the scream came from me—because I’m not alone.
The light from the fridge allows me to see Lya sitting on the countertop, eyeing me with suspicion. Trying to avoid her piercing eyes, I bend down to pick up the dropped container.
“Hungry... for pasta?” she says casually as she swings her legs, but I know what that tone means. It means she’s suspicious as hell right now.
“I didn’t eat dinner.” I shrug, trying to act like it’s not a big deal.
“At almost six in the morning, you’re hungry for this? Not for breakfast?”
“If we can eat breakfast for dinner, why can’t we eat dinner for breakfast?” Sass is dripping from my comment as I feel myself getting defensive. Yeah, I didn’t exactly have a normal childhood, which caused me to grow up fast... but it feels like since I’ve been back here, my attitude has been childish. I can’t just stop.Or maybe Lya and I just would’ve fought constantly if we could’ve grown up together.
“No, go ahead, eat whatever you want.” She sits there, legs still swinging. “So what’s with the robber vibe you’ve got going on?”
I let out a deep sigh. “I went for a walk this morning. I couldn’t sleep and I needed some fresh air.”
“You wore all black in the middle of the night to go for a walk?”
“Sorry, Officer Vanderhall, you want to take me down to the station to finish this interrogation? At least read me my Miranda warnings first.” It’s half joking, half sarcastic. My nervous habits are kicking in.Shit.I really suck at remaining calm. Talk about going from zero to a hundred real fast.
“Look I’m sorry, I’m just really tired and hungry. I didn’t mean to be so snappy.” I’m blaming this on the hunger and fatigue, but I really know that’s not it. It’s the anxiety of trying to protect my secret with Greyson.
