"Are you sure you don't mind?" Catherine says, her hands clasped together.
"No, I don't mind," I laugh lightly, "It will be fun, besides, I have Wilson to keep me company."
"Are you positive?"
"Cat, I'm going to slap you," I say seriously, "Its only for three days, I will live."
"Okay," she says, her face breaking out into a smile. I return it. I know she really needs to get out of town, and Ashton had suggested that she comes to LA with him for this fancy team fundraiser dinner.
I know she really wants to go. I mean, come on, a formal dinner that requires to be dressed up and hanging out with all the NHL players? It's literally a dream of hers.
Besides, she has been through a lot of shit lately. With the shooting and Calum leaving, she deserves a couple days away.
She turns away to run upstairs and pack, before she stops and turns back around to face me, "You should give Michael a call."
I furrow my eyebrows in utter confusion, "Why the hell would I do that?"
"I don't know, since Luke has been hanging around Ronnie more, I just thought-"
"Wait, what?" My mouth nearly hits the floor, "Ronnie? She's back?"
Cat diverts her eyes from me, scanning the floor, before eyeing the wall, "Wow, don't you think we should paint that wall a nice creme color-"
"Cat, do not change the subject," I point my finger at her, "What is going on?"
She lets out a deep sigh, "I really wasn't supposed to let that slip. But, Luke was talking to Ashton when they were having some 'bro' time and told him that he ran into Ronnie one day. Apparently they've been together a lot lately."
My eyebrows furrow as I look down, causing her to continue, "But Luke told Ashton to specifically not tell me because he knew I would slip up and he didn't want you to feel bad."
"I don't feel bad, why would I feel bad?" I smile, causing her to roll her eyes and glare at me.
"Okay, fine, I feel a little bad," I sigh, "But its his life and if he wants to be with a really pretty red head model, then so be it."
"Grace," She tries, but I put up my hand and shake my head, "Why don't you go pack? I'm going to go edit some pictures from a party I worked."
"Grace, come on," she sighs, but I shake my head.
"I hurt him," I shrug, my eyes tearing a bit, "I didn't mean too, and I didn't think I was, but I really hurt him. And he deserves to be happy, he really, really, does."
Cat hesitates, before nodding. She offers me a small smile before she turns away and walks up the stairs of the loft and into her room.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, before sitting on the couch and pulling my computer onto my lap, opening up the folder of pictures and start editing.
*
Cat and Ashton left a couple hours ago, which means I have been sitting in my apartment alone ver since. It feels weird without her here, even though I know its only for a few days.
There is a sudden knock on my door, and I stand up, wrapping the blanket that was onto of me arounf my shoulders.
When I get to the door, I look through the peep hole and sigh, before opening it.
"Hey," Michael says, a small smile on his face.
I give him a questioning look before he holds up some movies and a bag of ice cream for the place down the block, "I thought you might of been a bit lonely without Cat."
A smile forms on my face, before nodding and letting him in.
"That's really sweet of you, Michael," I say, "You really didn't have to do that."
"I wanted too," he shrugs, before walking over to my couch, putting the bag on the table and popping one of the movies into the dvd player.
I sit on the couch, a smile still on my face, before he sits next to me, holding his arms out.
A smile graces my lips once again, and I let myself cuddle into him.
We stay silent for a while, before he speaks up, "You know, this reminds me of that time we were in New York," he says quietly, "And we had left that party with all your preppy friends early and went back to my hotel room."
The night flashes before my eyes, making my insides churn. We were watching a movie, much like right now, and we had probably the best hookup I've ever had. It was nice and calming, It was perfect.
"I remember," I murmur, my cheeks tinting red at the things he made me feel that night.
I look up at him, his eyes locked on me as he slowly leans his head down towards mine.
I feel my eyes close slowly, letting his face near my own. When I feel his breath hit my cheeks, I can feel my heart do a lap, before taking in a shaky breath.
His lips touch mine gently, so fucking gently, its like he's afraid that I'll go running for the hills any second. I can't blame him though, I do have the tendency to do that whenever he kisses me.
But that's only because I like it when he kisses me. No, I fucking love it. It terrifies me how addictive I find his lips.
But I'm not afraid anymore. So, instead of running, I grip onto the back of his neck with my left hand and pull him closer, causing him to breath in suddenly.
He regains composure before his hands are cupping my face, then traveling down my body to my hips.
I get on my knees before moving so that I'm straddling him. His hands stay at my waist as I am not cupping his face.
I take the lead, my lips traveling from his lips to his jaw line, to his neck.
He lets out a shaky breath, "Woah, okay, dominate Grace," he says, mainly to himself, "Yeah, I like dominate Grace."
A smile plays at my lips before I run my hands through his hair, continuing to leave kisses all down his neck.
But his next four words catch me completely off guard. I feel my body tense completely, the color draining from my face completely.
"Fucking marry me, Grace."
*
shits boutta hit the fan
i think im kinda back ?? im not sure ?? i finally had an idea on how to continue this so heres how its starting ??
and i kNOW michael is rushing this but its kinda the point but j'all see what happens m'kay
