31 Days with Ross

Day 27

Day 27

Grace's POV

I stirred under the bed covers and realized that it wasn't mine to begin with. Yes Grace, dear. Blame it on your raging teenage hormones! And a sudden rush of realization comes to view. I slept with Ross. There was no other explanation for it. I was butt naked lying on his bed and so was he. The sound of his gentle snoring filled the room. I shifted to my side facing his sleeping frame. His arm was possessively draped around my waist. He was clearly staking a claim even when no one was trying to take me away from him. 

I couldn't help myself but run a lazy finger on his skin. He didn't budge and this made me wonder what kind of effect my touch has on him. I followed the traces of his jaw, the line of his nose and the curves of his lips that I love the best of him. There are a lot of memories that these lips evoke when they pucker up for me to take them. I smiled at the thoughts of me taking the lead last night which made him surprised beyond anything. I was even surprised myself yet here we are all tangled up under the sheets. 

He made me feel like I was his last drop of water that he needed to survive. The way that he reacted to my plea made me rethink things a lot now that I'm sated and sober from all the things that we did the last night. I knew that I felt love for him and it was more than the feeling of lust. It was the idea of not being with him that made me feel like dying. The more I think about losing Ross, the more I feared that my world was now falling apart. 

I wanted to forget everything and think that we were inside our little bubble, our own private haven but I also know that thinking like this wasn't really helpful. I got out of bed and thought about getting myself into use today. I got a shirt from the floor and put it on. It was Ross's shirt and I didn't bother asking him if it was okay with him. I went to the kitchen to make our breakfast, I squealed when suddenly two arms snaked around my waist.

"You left me alone in bed," he whispered as he rested his chin on my shoulder.

"Well, I wanted to make breakfast for the two of us." He looked at the pan and saw that I was having some eggs and a couple of bacon strips enough for the two of us. He kept his head on my shoulder and just made me do my thing. As soon as I turned off the stove, he spun me around to face him.

"So...are we back together?" he asked. I tried to transfer my gaze to another side of the kitchen but he placed one of his hands to my cheek and made me face him. "So? I'm waiting..."

"I'm still confused about you and the baby that you have with Andrea...I just don't know where to put...us... in the picture." 

"Look, Gracie, I love you and that's all that matters. I can prove to you that Andrea's kid isn't mine."

"How?" I curiously asked. "I don't want to appear like I'm some kind of a homewreck-"

"Don't even say it. You won't be and you'll find out soon enoug...when the right time comes. Don't you trust me?"

I looked at him and I thought about telling him that I was ready to take everything about him and that I was ready to fight for him. I took hold of his hand and brought it to my lips and smiled at him as I rested his hand against my cheek. He tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my cheek. 

"Yes, I trust you Ross." He pulled me closer to him and rested his forehead against mine and smiled his really heart-breaking smile.

"Thanks...and by the way, you look hot in my shirt...Makes me think of something more permanent." I giggled and I knew that he was talking about marriage.

"Let's not get into that first...we have to fix this problem with Andrea first."

We had breakfast and took a shower. Nothing could go wrong this morning, I thought. The great thing about today was that it was a weekend and that I knew that I could be more productive. It was the perfect time to make up for the loses that I made at the magazine. I called Melinda and apologized for everything. I was lucky that she understood the things that I was going through. Ross, on the other hand, was in his room trying to finish something up for his work. We looked a perfect little couple in our own little paradise.