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She seethes at him, through gritted teeth, and says, “Let him explain what Thomas? How blind he is? Or how big of an idiot he has been? I just walked into that bathroom, not knowing how to help my best friend when she clearly needed it. You want to tell me again to let him explain?” He glances at Grey, who holds up his hands in defeat, then to me for help, and I shrug.
“No ma’am.” He said
I lose it then. Sara is a five-foot-two, curvy blonde. Her curves are in all the right places, and I can be envious of that sometimes. While Tommy is almost six feet tall and is all muscle. But when she gets like this, he shuts up, as most do. Sara spins to face me. “And what is so funny, Anna? Are you not livid with that man?” She points to Grey. That sobers me up.
“Sara, don’t,” I say, shocking everyone. I walk over to the chair he’s occupying and sit on the arm. Grey’s arm sneaks around my waist and pulls me to his lap, making me squeal. “Look, Sara, what you saw was bad, I get it. I would probably feel the same way if I found you like that, but please don’t talk to Grey like that.” She takes a calming breath and sits down next to Tommy.
“You said you might have a way to help us?” Grey asks, changing the subject. Sara looks confused by our demeanor. “Sara, we talked about it.” Grey’s hand tightened on my waist, a silent promise.
“I told him I’m not cheating, and he’s promised the same. So what we need now aren’t harsh words; we both want this to work out. But we don’t know where to start; if you can help, we’re all ears.” She looked at Tommy, and he nods.
“Do you remember when Sara and I had that rough patch a few years ago? Well, a work friend of hers told her about this therapist that she and her husband told us about. And we think she can help.” He looked at Sara, and she continued, “She’s unorthodox, but she saved our marriage.” I look at Grey, trying to get a read on him. Is he up for this?
Greyson
I’m not sure how I feel about what Sara said. After they told us about the therapist, Tommy just said to let them know if we wanted her information. They left shortly after, with Sara promising to leave her phone in their room tonight so if Anna needed her she would hear it.
So now here we are, Anna is sitting at that island in the kitchen, sipping on the fresh tea I made her. While I lean against the counter, looking at her. She looks so cute; she opted for the shirt I was wearing and a pair of shorts. She’d pulled her hair off her neck into a messy bun. And now sitting there, she has one leg under her, and the other knee is pulled to her chest.
She looks up at me through her lashes; she looks so beautiful, I can’t help but smile at her.
“What do you think, Grey?” She’s biting her lip like she’s nervous. I already told her I don’t want anyone else; what more does she need? If they think the therapist can help, then I think it’s worth a shot.
“I already told you, sweet girl,” I say, walking around the counter. She pushes on the counter to turn the chair to look at me, she meets my gaze. I cage her in with my arms, leaning in to kiss her. She responds to me instantly, tangling her tongue with mine. She moans into my mouth, I pull back; leaving her breathless. “Does that feel like I’m giving up?” She shakes her head.
“I don’t care if it is unorthodox if it means we,” I motion between us. “This, everything we’ve built as a family, can be fixed.” Tears fill her eyes, but the smile I see tells me all I need.
“You’re it for me, I’ve known that since I was sixteen.” Her smile widens. “So if this is what you want if this is what you think it will take to save this, then I will do it. So tell me, sweet girl, what do you think?” She looks at me, and then she reaches up, loops her arms around my neck, pulling me down to her, and kisses me.
This kiss isn’t one to lead to anything; this one is slow, full of love, and reassurance that she is in it too. When she pulls away, she smirks at me. “Does that answer your question, Grey?” she asks. I’m about to answer when my phone buzzes on the counter behind her.
I grab my phone and see a text from Tommy, I can’t help but chuckle. She quirks an eyebrow at me, so I show her the message.
‘After hearing you two all the way downstairs, I figured you’d want the info. Go get her man.’ She turns slightly red and rolls her eyes. “Men.” She mutters and pushes me away. I step back as she gets up and heads for the stairs.
I stop her before she gets there. Wrap my arms around her waist from behind, and she relaxes into me. “I swear, I will do anything it takes to save this marriage,” I promise. “I will call the therapist in the morning and see how soon we can get in. I’ll text you before I confirm anything, so there is no schedule conflict.” I tighten my arms around her.
“Thank you, Grey.” She yawns my name. So I let her go, grabbing her hand and leading her upstairs.
Anna decides to read for a bit, but instead of reading in her chair, I insist she lay in bed with me. I pull her to my chest, so her back is flush against mine. And I bury my face in her neck, just to breathe her in. We lay like that for a while, with herreading while I hold her and draw circles on her exposed skin. I go from her arms to her stomach and her legs, anywhere I can reach. When she’s done reading, she has me roll over onto my other side so my back is facing her, and she rubs my shoulders. Though we are silent, it’s not uncomfortable.
When she’s done, I have her roll over and lightly run my fingers along her back, and before long, she’s snoring softly. I gently pull her closer, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I fall asleep with a smile on my face and with my wife in my arms.
Anna
Last night was a lot of things: crazy, vengeful, and regretful, but most of all, it was hopeful. As I lay here looking at Grey’s sleeping face, I felt, for the first time in a long time, content. I have hope that things will be okay. I still don’t know if I believe there isn’t another woman or wasn’t at some point. But I trust him when he says he wants us to work.
I need to get ready for work, but I’m not quite ready to get out of bed yet. I reach over and brush a loose strand of hair off his forehead, and he opens his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” I say. He leans into me and kisses me; my eyes flutter shut, and he rolls me onto my back. Deepening the kiss as he does, when I respond to him just as eagerly, he groans into my mouth, then pulls away, leaving me breathless.
“Good morning, sweet girl,” he says.
“Good morning, Grey,” I reply. He smiles, then leans down and starts nibbling and kissing my neck the way he knows I like, making my breath hitch.
He moves so he is between my legs. “Please tell me we have time,” he says as he presses his hardness against my core, causing me to moan. He’s still kissing my neck and jaw, and I roll my head to the side with the full intention of complying. But the red numbers on the alarm clock come into view, and I see I don’t have the time.
“We don’t, I’m sorry,” I say, seeing the defeated look on his face. He must think last night was a fluke and things will go back to how they were. I won’t let that happen.
