In Three Days ✓

Chapter 13: reminiscing

They had gotten to her house and she made them both grilled chicken sandwiches and took it into her room accompanied by a bottle of red.

They were now laying on her bed stomach filled and an empty bottle of red wine on her carpet. They were both pissed, staring up at her ceiling and laughing, like they were the new Joker and Holly Quinn, at the messed up paint decorations that adorned the ceiling. A lovely greenish-yellow in the dimly lit room.

"I remember," she slurred with another giggle, "I remember when I did that to the ceiling. It was my mother who said we'd paint it together and you know I was so hopeful," she said her voice threatening that she was about to cry, "so fudging hopeful that we would have mommy-daughter time," she was sobbing now and Grant held her closer to him and rubbed circles on her back, "but then you know what she does? She chooses her work over me. I was so upset that I threw the paint can up not knowing it was open and then well that happened." She said, gesturing to the ceiling.

She looked up and kept her gaze on it before bursting out in fits of laughter and tears at the same time.

Grant joined in, "You must've been really strong hey." Jessica responded with a slight shrug.

"I don't know what it is but Grant, you make me feel things." She said with more giggling. Grant didn't join in, he stared at her with so much intensity that she was glad the room was dark.

He reached over and he held her cheek in his hand, stroking it with his thumb bed slowly closing the gap between them. Their lips touched and for Jessica it felt like a fire had ignited from within her. The kiss was deep and intense and honest and something she could've only read about in the long list of books she'd read.

He pulled away and smiled, "You know you make me feel the same way Jess."