Page 131 of Getting Down to Business

Gray stumbled back and she steadied him while she turned the water off. When the water stopped, his hands were on both of her cheeks, pulling her to his mouth again.

“Alyssa?” he whispered against her wet neck.

“Yes. I love you, Grayson. I’m sorry I’ve been fighting it. I was so scared.”

“Please don’t be afraid of me, Liss.”

His lips claimed her as he leaned against her heavily. She quickly understood the shower was not the safest place for someone who was intoxicated.

“Come on,” she said and helped him out of the shower. She helped him dry off then looked down at her dripping clothes. Rather than make puddles, she slipped her clothes off and led him to his room. When she got him settled—in the nude because she wasn’t going to struggle to get him redressed—she stole one of his T-shirts and pulled it on.

He was already snoring softly with his arm out as if in invitation. She slid in next to him and closed her eyes.

“I love you, Grayson.” She waited for the panic to settle in, but it didn’t come. She relaxed and let the rightness of the moment cover her like a warm blanket.

It was easy to fall asleep in his arms, listening to his steady breathing and his heart reassuring her with each beat that he would be there for her always. Safe.

She awoke before him. No doubt, he would sleep until noon. She went out to get breakfast. She wasn’t just making breakfast, though; she was also smiling.

And thinking.

Where would this go from here? Love changed things. They already lived together, but would he want to get married someday? What about kids? She found herself wanting all of those things. Because she loved him.

She was ripped from her joyful moment by Grayson as he shouted from his room.

“Fuck!” he yelled. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Alyssa dropped the frozen waffle and went running to help the man she loved.