Grayson (Completed)

Eight

I updated!  Whooo!  I think this deserves some applause.  Sorry I haven't updated.  I've been in a bit of a funk, but I think I might be back.  So in this part, I have one of my favorite scenes I have ever written, which is telling you something.  I'll leave you to decide what it is and tell me ALL about it.  I'm holding you to it.

Also, congrats to AnnaIsali, who was the runner up in the little competition i held...

“That was delicious!” I said to Grayson as we walked down the darkened sidewalk.  We had left the truck where it was parked, instead opting to walk around a bit before going back to the house.  The sidewalks were brick rather than concrete – something I found curious, yet actually quite nice.

“Glad you liked it,” Grayson responded with a chuckle at my enthusiasm.  I somehow stumbled as I was walking (I blamed it on the fact that I was not wearing sneakers.  It totally wasn’t because I caught a whiff of Grayson’s yummy cologne) and Grayson immediately wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me upright.  I wasn’t usually the most graceful person, and when I wasn’t wearing my traditional tennis shoes… all bets were off.  My stomach tingled where his arm made contact, and when I made some sort of squeaking noise that resembled me saying I was okay, the warmth of his arm left me.

“Thanks,” I mumbled.  My face flushed a bit at my near fall.  Before I could start walking again, a heated palm clasped mine, and Grayson and I were walking hand in hand.  As I stared at my hand enclosed in his with something akin to horror or embarrassment, he laughed again.

“Wouldn’t want you to fall again.  Next time you’ll at least drag me down with you.”

“I couldn’t if I tried,” I mumbled.  “You’re pure muscle.”

“Aw,” he teased with that white grin of his lighting up the night, “you noticed.  That makes me so happy.”

“Just doing my duty,” I said with a smirk.  “I have a second job: Official Maleness Inspector.  I get to basically check out guys and decide how they rank on the Male Scale.”

“You admit you’ve been checking me out?”

“Did I say that?” I asked quickly.  “I meant to say, I casually glance and give a quick rating.”

“Whatever you say,” Grayson said in an airy tone that let me know I had given his ego a boost, which was something it didn’t need.  It already needed that huge truck to function; I didn’t want to see it get bigger! 

“Uh huh.”  I looked at Grayson doubtfully.  He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, a smile twitching at his lips.  He swung our entwined hands between us, and I caught a few shocked looks at the several mid-twenties female passerby that we encountered.

“This is doing nothing to dispel the rumors that I am sure are already spreading like a wildfire,” I pointed out to him.

“What do you think is the most outrageous one so far?” He asked curiously.

I wrinkled my nose in thought.  “Aside from the mail order bride thing… you got me pregnant and my dad forced you to marry me.  Shotgun wedding and all.”

“You don’t seem like the type who would forget protection,” Grayson said, raising and eyebrow.

“But you remember,” I said in a lecturing tone, “that in the throes of passion the mind can get the important things and the miniscule things confused.  And that is why abstinence is best.”

“True, true,” Grayson told me, as if it were something he practiced daily.  Since he was basically the poster boy for sex on a stick, I was highly doubtful – I mean, I had already met Ashleigh.  “Want to hear my theory?”