Get it Right.

Part 4

Chapter Twelve: Both Of Us.

Part One: Grace's Perspective

Jenson finally stopped driving and pulled into a motel once we were halfway through Texas and by that time I was in desperate need of a shower, food, and a soft bed.

"Stay here while I check in. Lock the doors." He said as he unbuckled himself and got out of the car. I waited until he was inside to disregard his orders and then I got out of the car, opened up the trunk and started looking for my clothes.

"I guess he did pack some things." I mumbled to myself while looking at his two suitcases. "I thought I told her to stay in the car?" Jenson's voice came from behind me and I jumped.

"I figured I'd get some clothes," I started but was interrupted when I started yawning. He laughed, took my clothes from me and led me into the hotel and up to our room. I stopped when I saw the "Honeymoon Suite" on the door. Jenson caught my look and gave me an exasperated sigh. "It was the only room they had left!" I held my hands up and waited in the hall while he checked the room. "Overprotective imbecile. I just want food and a shower. Hell, I'll even eat while I'm in the shower." I mumbled while I waited.

"I can hear you, you know." Jenson called from the room. "Come on in." He added moments later.

"You suck." I told him while I pushed past him to the bathroom. "Do you want your clothes?" He asked teasingly. I slowly turned around and walked towards him.

I held out my hand for my clothes and when he handed them over, I gave him a nice smile...and then I kicked him in the shin because I was tired, dirty, hungry, and I wasn't in the mood to be teased.

After I shaved my legs? Most definitely. While I had a stiff neck and my hair was all over the place? I could kill him.

"You know I'm going to explain that all of these bruises on me aren't from fighting for you; they're from fighting against you, right?" He asked as he rubbed his shin.

"I'm sure your mother would take my side." I said as I combed through my hair. He came into the bathroom and leaned on the door frame, watching me.

"Chinese okay?"

"Do you want to deal with me being hungry for another hour?" I asked. "Chinese has the go." He said with a smirk on his face. I turned to him and grabbed the bathroom door. "I have to shower," I raised an eyebrow at him and he raised one back in return.

"Jenson, I will kill you if you don't move." I growled at him. He stepped forward and pinned me against the wall, I made a move to knee him in his privates but he blocked the shot...or shots because I tried more than once.

"You're learning," I said in defeat. "It's not often that one gets a girlfriend that kicks him in the balls on a daily basis." He shot back.

"Jenson, I just want to shower, okay? I'm tired," His lips cut me off and while I would never admit this to him, my skin turned on fire at his touch. He pulled back and smiled down at me, I scowled back but it was a feeble attempt because his smile makes me want to sing Mary Poppins.

"I've been trying to kiss you all day." He planted a kiss on my forehead and then backed up and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I took my time in the shower and I even started singing-which I haven't done in forever. A knock at the door startled me and I would have screamed had I not covered up my mouth.

"It's nice that you're rolling in the deep but I'd thought I could pull you out long enough for you to eat." Once he said the word 'eat' I slammed the water off, I quickly dried off, put my hair in a towel, and got dressed. I opened the door and the smell of Chinese assaulted me. And I won't even press charges. My butt might, but I won't. I walked around the corner and stopped in my tracks when I got a look at all of the candles.