I slipped out of the black dress i was wearing and let it fall to the floor. I wiped the tears off my cheeks and sat down on the edge of the tub. Tears fell in hot streaks down my face and dropped onto my bare legs. "Grace, come out please.."
I jumped at the sound of his voice. "What if i don't want to?" i said back to him. I heard him sigh outside of the door. "I said please." I slid off of the tub and pulled on a loose pair of pajama pants. "I'm sad too.. please open up though." He said quietly. I slowly opened the door. He had both arms outstretched for me, and i immediately walked into them. His warm body made me feel better. I felt his cold fingertips trace the scar on my back, his other hand holding my head to his chest. "It's all gonna be okay. I promise you." He said. I pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. He raised an eyebrow at me. "I don't wanna stay here. You can stay but i want to go home. To my home." i said. "fine, i don't blame you.. but i'm coming with you. i'm staying with you."
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"Woaaaah.... Grace... what happened to you?" asked Joie, the garage guard. He reached for my arm, and i pulled away from him. "Little accident, lets call it." i smiled sarcastically. We stepped into the elevator. "Floor 9, lets go." i said.
Once there, he put his bags down on the bed and we proceeded to clean the apartment. "So, this is the first time we'll ever be alone together. What do you think we should do with this place. Because i'm pretty sure that you don't want all this makeup and shit all over the place."
"Well, your clothes need to find a closet, and i thin-" i cut him off, pressing my body against his and gently kissing him.
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"I love you Bucky."
