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Grant looked at me suspiciously, but he nodded. “Okay.” After a beat, he pressed, “Tell me the truth.”
“I am. I swear.” I felt a pinch of guilt, the sting sharp in my heart.
He was quiet for a long moment. “It’s not like you owe me anything, but my mom died from a heart defect that we didn't know she had.”
That stinging sensation burned more deeply. Grant’s shoulders rose and fell with a deep breath. He closed his eyes for a moment. I reflexively crossed the kitchen to him, still holding the dustpan.
“I'm sorry,” I said.
His eyes opened. “It's not your fault.”
“I know. That’s not how I meant it. I'm sorry in general that she died. I didn't know how she died.”
“We all got tested for it after that,” he added. “None of us have it.”
“I have SVT,” I blurted out. I quickly explained what it was to him, ending with, “Just a weird heart thing. Sometimes my heart skips a beat or gets irregular. That's why I faint sometimes. I'm following up with Quinn next week to discuss medication.”
Grant nodded slowly before his eyes shifted down to the dustpan. “You should put that in the trash.”
I rolled my eyes. “I will.” I quickly brushed the remaining shards from the mug into the dustpan and dumped it in the trash before walking to the closet in the corner of the kitchen and pulling out the mop. “There was honey in my tea,” I explained over my shoulder.
After I mopped, I asked, “Where’s Cat?”
“I guess she's staying in town.”
I bit my lip as I felt heat race into my cheeks. My pulse vroomed faster. “Are you sure she's spending the night in town?”
“Yes. Nora dropped her off. She's at practice tonight.”
“Should we watch TV?” I asked.
“Sure.”
This was all for show. We were just going through the motions. I knew, in a matter of minutes, we wouldn't be able to keep our hands off each other. In a way, I wanted the tease of it. The anticipation itself was becoming addictive with Grant. Hiding it from Cat was almost overwhelming. The secrecy created this undercurrent of need and the thrill of the forbidden every night. By the time the coast was clear—meaning Cat had been in her room long enough that we could guess she had gone to sleep—Grant would open his bedroom door. He would go into the bathroom, wait a minute or two before flushing the toilet, and fake opening and closing his door again. Only then would he stealthily enter my room.
We would lose ourselves in each other. Sometimes it was rushed, and sometimes it was slow. We werealwaysquiet.
A little while later, I was sitting a few feet away from him on the couch. He glanced over, reaching for my hand and placing it over his arousal. I was wet, and I couldn’t help but bite my lip and let out a little moan as my channel clenched with need.
“Tell me how wet you are,” he murmured, low under his breath.
I shifted my hips before unbuttoning my jeans and shimmying them down with one hand just far enough to give him access. “Why don't you find out?”
He moved closer to me on the couch. My eyes fluttered closed, and I whimpered when he slipped his fingers into me.
“Fuck me,” he murmured.
I was soaked, slippery wet. He slid two fingers inside, stretching me before sliding them out. I whimpered in protest. He lifted his hand, sucking his fingers into his mouth. His eyes were locked to mine when he drew them out. “I fucking love how you taste.”
In a flash, we were frantic, tearing at each other’s clothes. My climax couldn't come fast enough as I straddled him, sheathing him inside me swiftly. I came in a noisy burst just before he thrust upward one final time. The cords in his neck were standing out as his hands gripped my hips tightly. He came with my name on his lips in a husky whisper.
I collapsed against him. He held me tight to him for a few breaths before he tensed. Lifting my head, I saw his eyes go wide. “I hear someone.”
We scrambled apart swiftly. I didn’t know how, but we got our clothes on in a matter of seconds. I raced into the kitchen to button my shirt with my back to the door as it burst open.
“Hey!” Cat called.
“Hey,” Grant said, his voice all low and casual.
