Unexpected Love

Chapter 21 - Bailey

I invited him inside.

Bad, bad idea.

It was like my mouth had a mind of it's own. Every word I thought was spewed out. I was never thinking straight around Greyson.

We were standing in front of my door, he was bidding me goodnight and smiling that heartwarming smile down at me. Then my mouth opens and says "do you want to come inside," his smile got bigger as if he couldn't believe I had offered.

He nods his head.

A single shake of his head and my anxiety was through the roof, but I loved being around him. I didn't want to be away from him. I didn't want to keep up this charade of pretending their was nothing going on between us.

I was watching him today, but we barely spent any time together. It was like my body craved him, needed him nearby all the time. I wanted him, and that scared the fucking shit out of me. I don't think I've ever felt this way about anyone.

I've never felt this need to have someone by my side every second of every day.

I was standing in the kitchen with a glass of water in my hand, peeking my head from the hallway watching him look around the living room like this was the first time he's ever been here.

It wasn't his first time here.

I swallow nervously my throat suddenly dry. What was I going to say to him? My palms were sweaty, and my breathing was heavier. I was so fucking nervous.

I make my way to Greyson who has picked up my discarded satin robe that I had forgotten on the couch.

This was not my fucking day.

I pretend not to notice that he was holding the very thing that lies on my naked body every night. I pretend not to notice the way he feels the fabric in his hands with a love-sick look either. Or the way he grips it so tight that the veins in his hands ripple. I walk over and place the cup of water on the table and watch Greyson turn my way, slowly.

My robe still in his hands.

"Let me guess, you prefer that on the floor too?" I ask suddenly confident, my nerves slowly dying down.

He grins so confidently and takes a step toward me. Nodding his head, "You learn quickly. Makes me wonder what else I can teach you." His whispers voice, low.

My stomach flutters filling with butterflies I didn't want there. I shake my head at him. Dirty I murmur to nobody, it seemed like his mind constantly lived in the gutter.

"I could be much dirtier."

"Let's go to my room," I tell him. changing the subject.

It was freezing in here.

That was possibly the worst change of subject ever.

I wanted to stop talking about sex and I invite him to my bedroom?

It was like I had a death-by-dick wish.

"Is that an invitation?"

"I am inviting you in, so yes," I tell him blinking up at his face. "But not to my bed," I joke making my way down the hallway with my head held high. I could hear his footsteps following close behind me. I was suddenly aware that this was going to be the first time he was in my room. That last time didn't count I was unconscious and vomiting.

With a deep breath, I open the door to my room, the tension thick as we walk inside. He moves further into the room and when I think he's about to sit on my desk chair in the far corner, away from me.