'𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.'
|18+| ❝Look at you so open and sexy bent over in nothing but your heels.❞ He compliments, caressing my ass.
❝...oh god...❞ I plead with my eyes...
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I watch his big hands cover her wrinkly one. Grey smiles at Nana, handing her his gift before she walks off to meet her husband.
Almost all the eyes of the women at the wedding were on him, the way he moves, the way he smiles, every little thing he does. Everything. But his eyes were on me.
"You got that man hooked." Lynn comments, standing beside me and I just smile. "Are you sure though?"
"About?" I ask, turning to look at her, her blonde hair was placed in a bun leaving her neck bare with only a necklace.
"Getting back together I mean." she points between us and my gaze dart across the room to find Grey's.
"Yes I'm sure," I smile when our eyes meet, a small tingle in my stomach. "he might not be perfect but we'd work through it together. No one's perfect."
She nods in understanding and we just stand there in silence, my eyes on Grey and hers on Silas, who was talking to some elderlies.
The wedding passed in a blur and before I knew it, we were in a car driving home.
"Today was fun." Grey suddenly speaks and I nod, my eyes watching every car pass.
The driver makes a turn, indicating he's taking me to my house and I immediately tap his seat.
"I'm so sorry for the sudden change of mind," Grey gives me a puzzled look as he waits patiently for me to continue. "but can you drive us to Mr Blackwell's house?"
"Yes ma'am." The driver responds curtly, making a U-turn and I shift my gaze to Grey.
His brows almost meet his forehead in shock at my request to the driver. "Are you sure?"
I look up at him timidly, batting my lashes innocently at him and my action just gave him the answer he wanted.
We sit in silence, fingers intertwined as we just look at the traffic.
He rubs soothing circles on my wrist and I couldn't stop the warmth that covered my whole body.
I turn to look at him, trying to steal a glance without him knowing and I frown when my eyes sees the ink on his neck. Right behind his ear.
I reach to touch it, fingers swiftly grazing it before I retract my hand.
"What's that?" I blurt out, knowing fully well the tattoo have never been there before. I know every tattoo on him but this one is new.
"What?" he asks, frowning before his eyes widens in realization. "Oh this?"
His large hand scratch the back of his ear nervously, a tiniest hint of pink colored his cheekbones.
Is he...
"It's just a tattoo." he proceeds, shrugging as if it's nothing.
It's fucking something, it's—it's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.
