Page 83 of Six Years
Halfway through dinner, Grey got a little tired, and I swear he lookedsocute when he tried to force himself to stay awake because he didn’t want to ruin our date. He couldn’t have ruined it even if he would’ve ended up draped over the toilet and emptying his guts. I knew he wasn’t completely alright yet, so it was only a matter of time until he got super tired; it’s a miracle he lasted as long as he did.
I happen to think it’s because of me, that I make him feel a whole lot better than he actually is, but maybe that’s a bit too narcissistic to believe, so I’m not going to voice it to Grey.
He’s been asleep for almost two hours now, his head lying on my chest. Even when he’s fast asleep, Grey has this death-grip on me that tightens the second I move because God forbid I get up and leave him for just a nanosecond. It’s cute, though he would probably hate me for saying this.
“Take it off,” Grey mumbles out of the blue, but I ignore him, believing he’s sleep talking. I’ve heard him do it before, it’s been mostly unintelligible, but I suppose there’s always going to be words to be understood when someone sleep-talks.
He groans when I don’t react. “Take it off,” he says again, this time a little louder.
“Take what off?” I ask, this time being sure Grey woke up and is genuinely talking to me.
Without voicing an answer, Grey pushes one hand underneath my t-shirt, pressing his palm flat to my abs. I’m just going to guess he wants me to take off my shirt.
“Baby, I can’t take off my shirt when you’re lying on top of me.”
Grey sits up in record time, looking at me with deep brown eyes that let me know he’swideawake, not half-asleep. His hand slides from my stomach to just a tad below my lower stomach, and for whatever torturous reasons he keeps it there. If I sit up, his hand is going to slide even lower and I’m not sure I’d survive that.
So instead I ask, “Why am I supposed to take off my shirt anyway?” He’s still wearing my yellow hoodie, I like seeing him in it. It’s unusual since everyone knows Greyisthe color black. Seeing yellow on him is definitely something.
I washed the hoodie yesterday because it was needed, though Grey tried arguing against it.
“I’m heating up,” he answers, and in the very same moment, I can see his eyes gleaming with something dangerous.
“That’s ayou-problem, baby. If you’re hot, you’ll have to take offyourshirt. Mine won’t change much.” Though, right now, I’m pretty sure it will change a whole lot down south on me if I see him half naked.
Grey nods faintly, pulls on the hood of his shirt, then removes the hoodie entirely, throwing it somewhere on the floor behind him. “Your turn… to make it equal.”
“Nah, I’m good. Actually, I’m a little cold so I’ll keep it on if you don’t mind.”
I think he’s about to accept it when he moves his hand that tiny bit farther down, most definitely involuntarily, and still the gasp that leaves me catches his attention.
His eyes follow from my eyes down my body until they settle on the slowly growing bulge in my pants.
A little embarrassed, I quickly look around the room so we wouldn’t lock eyes again, only looking around seems to be just as bad of an idea. The candles Grey lit up about four hours ago are still burning, and thanks to it being dark outside by now, they’re the only light source lighting up this room.
Candles already make everything seem so much more romantic, and now add the guy of your dreams being right there in bed with you into the mix. It’s quite literally a teenage dream from a whole lot of people.
“How long are you going to stay here?” Grey now removes his hand from my crotch to give me some space to breathe again.
“I don’t know. How long are you off for?” I’m staring out the huge window rather than looking at Grey. If I looked at him again right now, I know I’ll never get rid of that stupid boner, and ithasto leave.
“They want me back on the ice as soon as possible so basically the second I am able to walk around without feeling like dying, but the team doctor suggested for me to stay home and rest for the rest of the month. And depending on how long you plan on staying…”
My head snaps toward Grey immediately. Eyes wide and filled with shock, I’m sure. “You’d take off hockey to be with me?”
He nods. “I would. I could either go back out there in a few days and risk causing bad injuries due to only being half-fit, or I stay home for another two weeks with you, rest… among other things.”
“Among other things, huh?” I smirk. “What’s that supposed to be?”
Grey brings a hand to my chin, lays his thumb down on my lips, and slowly strokes the pad of it along the seams of my bottom one. He doesn’t say his thoughts out loud, but I can hear them anyway.
Finally sitting up, my face is so close to Grey’s that I can feel his breath on my skin. “You won’t even kiss me, Grey Davis. So I doubt ‘other things’ would happen.” Technically, that’s wrong because one can still have sex and not kiss, but I don’t do that. “Plus, you didn’t even ask me to be your boyfriend yet and I don’t have sex outside of relationships.” He doesn’t have to ask anymore, I’m pretty sure he’s my boyfriend at this point.
“Ever?” His eyes might as well be popping right out of his head.
“Nope. One-night stands aren’t my thing. I get attached easily.” Which, frankly, kind of defeats the whole being a narcissist thing. Ever since I knew what a narcissist is, I thought they couldn’t grow attached to someone. I thought all they felt was nothing at all, until I found out it’s quite common for narcissists to get attached but they just don’t love. Any relationship they’re in is about fulfilling needs, but I want to learn how to love.
“What about our FaceTime… thing?”
