No Breaking Promises

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"Okay, ladies. We have reached your destination. If you will so kindly just leave the blankets on the couch, and I will take care of them later. I hope you enjoyed your flight and see you again next time. Stay safe." I woke to the sound of the intercom. Grace was still lying on me and she must've entangled our legs together while we were asleep.

When was the last time I was this close to someone? It feels so warm and I had no idea I would miss it this much. I missed it so much that I hate it and she needs to get the hell off of me before I find it a little tolerable.

"Grace. Hey, Grace. Wake up. We're here."

Well, wherever the hell 'here' is...

"No, ten more minutes." She mumbled and snuggled to where her head hit the bottom of my breasts.

"Grace, come on. Get up." She squirmed more and finally sat up straight while rubbing her tired eyes.

"Alright, I'm up damn it." She said grumpily. Her short blonde and slightly black hair was messy but she could still go out in public looking amazing. Grace finally removed her hands from her eyes and looked at me.

"You look pretty in the morning." She complimented me.

"The feeling is mutual." She smiled at me and stood up then extended her hands toward me. I got to my feet and took notice of her clothing and realized that she was out of her short dress. They were now sweat pants and a v-neck.

Damn her for how lucky she is. I could only imagine what it's like to wake up like that in the morning.

"No need to stare." She said with a smirk.

"I wasn't staring. I just took notice to your change of clothing."

"I changed while you were sleeping. You must've been pretty exhausted."

"I hadn't slept in two days before the nap on the drive here." I looked down and realized that our hands were still connected to each other. I got out of her hold and looked away from her.

"Sorry. I think we should leave now." Her mood changed when I said that.
She walked ahead of me and went down the few stairs to the ground.

I tried to be nice about it. Why didn't I notice her hand was still in mine? I think I said it a little too bluntly.

Another car was waiting for us with a man holding the door open.

"Good afternoon, Miss and Ms. Dennis." The man said. We entered what felt like the hundredth vehicle and waited for the driver. Grace turned to me with a grin.

"So are you excited for your new home?"

"I don't know. What should I expect?" I asked her.

"Well, I don't like big houses 'cause they make me feel really lonely when my house keepers leave for the night so I only have an average size pent house. It's just me and Buddy."

"Who's Buddy?" I asked with a raised eye brow.

"He's my beautiful rescue dog I got from the side of the road. He is a big German Shepard with, I think, a laborador or something, but he is really cute. His eyes are to die for. When I found him, his ribs were poking out, limping on two paws, and one of his ears looked bitten off. I put him in my car and fixed him up all by myself."

"He sounds intriguing."

"Even more when you meet him. We're only twenty minutes away. When we get there I can show you your room, get you settled, and we'll go get you some clothes. If you want to today, we can do it tomorrow?"

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