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I don’t think he was ever carefree though. Having a kid at fifteen changes a person. But maybe I can give him that back, in my own way…
“You didn’t need to buy me this,” I say, glancing down at the bag hanging off my wrist. A miniature painting of Lake Superior sits inside. It was expensive, and I’d thrown a minor fit over it, but Grey had insisted. So I let him.
I’m going to hang it on my wall and stare at it, remembering this time with him.
Or maybe I can look at it while he’s wrapped around me.
I can hope. I can fuckinghope.
“Wanted to,” he says simply. I glance up at him and lean over, pressing my lips to his cheek.
I’d kiss his mouth, but people are watching, and I know that once I start, I won’t be able to stop.
I am insatiable.
“Well, I love it,” I say.
“I know.”
The humid air clings to us as we make our way back to his truck, and I just hold on to him, needing to touch him at all times. We spent the afternoon kayaking to Pictured Rocks, staring up at the red, yellow, and blue sandstone cliffs. Well, I took a peek for a few minutes and then spent my time staring at Grey because honestly, what is more beautiful than him?
Nothing. That’s what. Fuckingnothing.
He’s like one of the Seven Wonders of the World.
“Want to go grab food from the store and we can head back and cook? Or do you want to eat here?” I ask.
Grey eyes me. “Could do either.”
I roll my lips between my teeth because I want to be alone with him and I’m trying to figure out the best course of action to get what I want as soon as possible.
“How about we grab something to eat real quick and then we can head back,” I say, already growing excited. My favorite pastime is spending time alone with Grey.
I don’t know how much longer he’ll let me have him, so I have to absorb it. I need to tuck it inside of me so far that no one can reach inside and pull it out. I need it safe and guarded, so I can peer within myself andremember.
There aren’t a lot of places to sit down and eat in this small town, but there is a saloon that I think Grey would like. I know after a long day of work he likes to crack open a cold one and their website says they have a good selection on tap.
“Forget you’re not twenty-one sometimes,” Grey says as we walk toward the restaurant. “Hopefully they’ll let you in.”
I shove at his shoulder. “Oh, you fucking joke now? Funny. Ha. Ha. But listen, I grew up real fucking fast. I’ve had my share of drinks and drugs, Grey. I’m basically forty years old.”
He squeezes my hand and glances over at me.
“I know that. But you deserve to be cared for,” he tells me. “To have someone you can rely on.”
“You offering?” I ask with a smirk, and his cheeks flush.Ngh, he’s so fucking hot. I’d have parents like mine all day long if that meant that Grey would offer to be the man I can come home to every day.
I open my mouth to tell him this when a high-pitched whine distracts us.
Our gazes are pulled to the right, and lingering in some bushes is a ragged-looking golden retriever. I mean, he’s mostly a retriever—something else is mixed in there, as well.
“God, look at him,” Grey says, and I turn to eye him.
“Be nice,” I say with a small smile. “Not everyone can be super sexy and handsome.”
Grey rolls his lips between his teeth and rocks on his feet. “He has one eyeball.”
“Yes, well not everyone is born with two eyeballs.”
