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Chapter Thirty-Four: "Bloody Waters"

I DON'T SAY ANYTHING. I just look out the window, completely ignoring the topic at hand. Grayson continues to focus on the road. He grips the steering wheel with tight fist, blood trickling from his temple down to his jaw. I wanted to wipe it away so bad, but he was still angry and needed time to cool off.

I bite my lip and replay the scene over and over in my mind like a broken record. I had never seen him so violent before. It was sexy, but at the same time terrifying. He had completely snapped over me, and I didn't know whether to appreciate it or be worried. I had no idea what he was capable of.

We pull into the driveway and he cut off the engine. We sit for a few seconds and out of nowhere he begins to punch the steering wheel. Nothing was said. He just takes a deep breath, and I hope that he's gotten all of his anger out.

I grab my bag from the back, and the two of us walk inside. I turn on the lights to reveal the contents of the room. It was well decorated, and not what I had expected for a guy his age. It was cleaner than most boy's rooms.

I walk into the kitchen and Grayson follows. He sits down on a stool at the island. I grab a wet rag and look in the freezer. After about a minute of digging, I find a frozen bag of pizza rolls. I take it and hold it out to him.

"Here, put this on your hand." He follows my command without hesitation, and I pat the rag up against his forehead. He hisses as it comes in contact with his cuts.

"Stop moving," I  stress, putting the rag back on his head. "You'll only make it worse."

He growls, but I pay no attention to it. I was too busy trying to wipe the blood away. I wrap his hand with a torn up t-shirt. He didn't have any bandages, so it was the best that we could do.

I wash my hands off to get rid of the blood. The smell reminded me of pennies, and I absolutely despised it. Blood itself made my skin crawl. It was too thick and the shade was too rare and shiny, all in a bad way.

After I dry my hands and walk into the living room, I find Grayson there watching TV.

We don't say anything to each other. We weren't mad. There was just nothing to be said. The silence was weird but very much needed. I stare at him for a while but looked away before we make eye contact. It was a very long night, and I wanted nothing more than a hot, steaming shower.

I walk into the bathroom and open the shower door before sliding close. After figuring out how the knobs worked, I turn the water on. It always took me a while to work other people's showers. I was so used to mine, and I didn't like asking for help.

The water rushes over my skin, spreading warmth over my body. I let out a sigh of relief. My hair was instantly drenched and grew heavy. I was finally carefree for the moment. I could finally breathe. I was so tense, and near bone tired. So much was on my mind that I had sometimes wished that I could stop thinking. My head was such a weird place filled with wild things and thoughts that could lead me to do dangerous things. I had secrets, and I wish that I didn't know them. I just wished that my mind was completely ignorant to the things my fingers did in the dark.

I feel a hand slide against my shoulder. I let out a small gasp, but immediately unwind as small kisses plant themselves onto my neck. I was at ease. My body had rebelled against my mind, becoming two separate entities.

Grayson brushes his lips against my skin, anticipating his next move. Instantly, I feel his teeth sink in, begging for a bite. I let out a passionate cry, and he wraps his arms around my body daring to go further.

I brace myself against the shower wall. Erotic feelings began to emerge in the atmosphere. There were no words to describe Grayson's amatory. He grips my thigh, leaving a temporary red mark. I turn to face him, my hand placing itself upon his body, exploring his architecture.

I glare into his eyes. They were eager and filled with ardor. Our lips becomee entangled into one another's in a series of kisses. His hand progresses from my thighs to my butt, tightly gripping it. I was not mentally prepared for this, but it was happening.

I wrap my arms around his neck, brushing my hand through his water soaked hair. Droplets trickle off of our bodies and onto the shower floors. Grayson deeply moand, kissing my chest. I arch my back outward, panting.

As much as I wanted to continue. I couldn't. I already had two kids, and a third wasn't on my bucket list.

"Grayson," I let out. He continues to kiss my body. As much as it pleasured me, I needed him to stop before we went any further. The sound of the rushing water fills the room, and everything else becomes nonexistent. I hadn't noticed the sound so much before, but it had been there all along. I put my hand on Gray's chest, pleading.

"You don't want me?" he asks through pants. I too was trying to catch my breath.

"I do want you, but we just can't do this. Not now."

He gives me one last kiss, and I frown. I didn't want the moment to end, but it had to. I wasn't about to go through another nine months of hell.

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