It was 12:34pm when the day of filming had finished. Candice and Grant walked out of the studio. Candice sighed. "I'm gonna go get Zoë. Are you going back to your apartment tonight for Nora and Jet?" Candice asked, opening the door to her trailer, Zoë running over to them both overwhelmed with excitement. "Hey chicken bunch." Candice said, bending down to fuss her.
"Uh, no I said Andrea can stay there until she finds somewhere and she said she'll look after the dogs until I do the same so I was wondering if i could stay at yours again tonight?" Grant asked, sitting himself down on her couch.
"Yeah of course. I still have that extra pasta I made so I have enough food to feed us both for a while..." they both laughed.
"Told you, it was a helpful coincidence."
Candice put Zoë's harness on and then her coat. "Right then, let's go." As she stood up Grant grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a kiss. His hands moved so he was holding her waist. Candice wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him in closer. She felt his hands move down from her waist to her but. He put a little tounge in the kiss this time which she retreaved. She moaned and pulled away after a good 5 minutes, resting her forehead oh his, her arms still wrapped around his neck and his hands still firmly placed on her backside. "What was that for?" Candice whispered.
"To say thank you."Grant whispered back.
"For what?" She whispered with a chuckle.
"Everything." He leant in for another kiss and picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. They kissed passionately, Candice ran her fingers through his hair, Grant grabbing her thighs tighter with each kiss. "We need to go home." She laughed.
"Oh yeah." Grant smirked.
"I didn't mean it like that. I mean to sleep. Because we have to work tomorrow." She laughed. "C'mon" she jumped down from Grant's arms, taking his hand and picking up Zoë's leash, attaching it to her harness.
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They got inside Candice's apartment, the warmth hitting them as soon as they walked through the door. Zoë ran and led herself down on the sofa. "You want a drink before you go to bed?" Candice asked, entering the kitchen, getting out the bottle of wine they shared yesterday. "I always have a small glass after a long day, it helps me sleep."
Grant entered the kitchen. "Yeah sure just the one. I'm actually quite tired really so I should probably drop off quite quickly."
"Well as long as you don't snore as loud as you did last night or kick me in the face." She laughed.
"Did I actually kick you?" He said guiltily.
"Yeah but it's okay, I just pushed you to the other end of the bed." She laughed.
"Oh. Well sorry about that." He laughed. "But you won't have my feet in your face tonight."
"Oh really and why's that then Gustin?" Candice said with a sarcastic curiosity, struggling to open up the wine bottle.
Grant walked up behind her, pressing himself against her touching her waist. "Because... I refuse to go top and tale with my girlfriend."
"Who says I'm your girlfriend?" Candice said smirking. She turnt around so she was now facing him.
"Who says you're not." He laughed, pressing his lips on hers.
"I need my wine." She looked at him, pulling an sad face.
"For real? You can have me and you want your wine?" He laughed.
"Don't underestimate the comfort of a small glass of wine."
"Here, I'll help you open it." He took the bottle and popped it open and pored them both a glass. They both went to sit down on Candice's 'uncomfortable' couch with Zoë. Candice snuggled under Grant's arm, her legs over his just like how Barry and Iris like to sit and cuddle.
"If you would have told me I would be here like this with you tonight, 2 days ago I probably would have laughed in your face. It's perfect. You're all I ever wanted Candice. You're like my personal source of happiness. You, Zoë, Nora and jet... you're all I need." Grant said closing his eyes. He opened them when he heard her heavy breathing. He picked her up again, the same as last night, and let her down in her bed, tucking her in. He wrapped Zoë up in her night blanket, same as yesterday, and put her in her special bed. He then climbed into Candice's bed, face to face this time. Not top and tale. He was so proud of himself. Not of how long it took, or how he messed both her and La about, but at how he finally got the girl. Barry did it, and so did he. Candice turnt over and snuggled up to him.
"Thanks Grant." She said in a sleepy whisper.
"Anytime." He replied, pressing a kiss on her forehead.
