His girl - COMPLETE

Chapter 13

- G R A Y S O N  W O L F E -

We're good. Lia and I are good. I think. After the park last week, she hasn't let me touch her. I would lash out by throwing and punching things and that would make her even more mad.

I want to touch her.

But other than that, I think we're good.

It's been a week. A fucking week since I've held her. A week that I've been going to her place and showing her just how much of a screw up I am for leaving her.

Three days ago, I brought her a strawberry shortcake from the bakery next to the library. The smile that came after giving her the cake made me feel like I was on top of the world. I missed that smile. Ever since then, I've been bringing her a cake. Yesterday she was about to hug me. Keyword: about. She stumble away and mumbled a thank you before closing the door on my face.

Yeah yeah.

Here I am again, at her place, on a Sunday afternoon. I don't care if I'm being too clingy. I want to see her. Walking into her building and up the steps to her hall, I knock on the door and wait. After a moment, the door opens and my breath gets stuck in my throat.

Fuck.

Lia is wearing a black sheer nightie with butterflies all over it. And when I say sheer, I mean sheer. It's short with spaghetti straps and I can almost see the dark of her nipples.

"Hi." Her sleepy voice shoots straight to my dick. Her eyes are big and foggy. Her tired eyes look a lot like fuck me eyes. Focus Grayson.

"Hey." I shuffle a little to make space in my crouch area.

"Sorry I was just taking a nap." She moves aside to let me in. I ignore the burning sensation when my arm slides against her breasts.

The door closes behind me and I turn around to see her leaning against it.

"Got something for me?" She smirks playfully.

There goes my dick again.

I take a step towards her. "Of course." I hand her the take out box and she opens it to find a strawberry short cake. She bites her bottom lip and looks back up at me.

"You're making it really hard for me to be mad at you." She starts walking towards the kitchen with me on her tail.

"Maybe I don't want you mad at me anymore." I reply with, stopping right behind her. I look around and notice that it's a lot quieter than usual. "Where's Milo?"

"With Mrs. Fane. I swear that lady loves that little boy more than me." She laughs and takes a bite of the cake. She moans in delight and my crouch area becomes uncomfortably tight.

Lia turns to face me and she gasps a little. Probably not realizing how close I was to her. She's looking up into my eyes and I can see the tiredness in them. I bring my hand up to cup her face and search.

"You're tired." I say it more like a statement then a question, but she shakes her head no.

"I'm not." I frown a little and wipe my thumbs across the dark circles under her eyes. She takes them in her hands and pulls them down.