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“Trust me, Maple, I’m getting the better end of the bargain.”
I shake my head and then pull his pants and boxer briefs down, revealing his hard-on. I let my palm glide over his length before leaning down and letting my tongue circle the head.
“Mmm, no…I am.”
And then I take him fully in my mouth while he lets out a satisfiedmoan, allowing his body to sink into the mattress as his hand pulls my hair to the side.
When I glance up at him and catch his gaze on me, all I can think isWow. This man, who has faced so many obstacles throughout his life—including his father’s jealousy and scorn—is looking at me as if I hung the moon.Talk about undeserving.
He’s a man I could fall in love with.If I’m not there already.
Everly’s words have gone through my mind several times since she pointed out how Graydon looks at me. I can understand if he can’t find the words to tell me he loves me—and I bet the last time he heard them was from his mom before her accident—but the reverence he’s showing me now? That suggests love.
I’m the lucky one, Graydon. You are incredible, and I think I love you. Will always love you.
CHAPTER 42
GRAYDON
OC:Does this shirt make me look fat? [Picture]
Bennett:No.
Graydon:Yes.
OC:Are you saying that just to be a dick?
Graydon:Yes, because why the fuck are you texting us that?
OC:It’s called camaraderie.
Graydon:Don’t you have another group thread with the hockey guys that you can ask?
OC:I did, and they all said I looked great. Maybe learn a lesson from them.
Graydon:If they said you look great, then why the hell are you asking us?
OC:To create a safe space where we feel comfortable asking each other these types of questions. Don’t you ever feel like you look fat in shirts?
Graydon:Never.
Bennett:Feeling pretty good over here.
OC:Maybe it was the dozen donuts I ate that’re making me feel fat.
Bennett:Fuck, man. That’s…that’s incredibly unhealthy.
Graydon:And pathetic.
OC:I know! I’m not proud of myself. Nor am I proud of myselffor waking up this morning with my face in the box, chocolate smeared across my cheek, but here I am.
Bennett:You’re a mess.
Graydon:I really don’t know how to handle this.
OC:You think I do? I’m lost. Can I come over and talk?
Graydon:No.
