Love Song (LGBTQ+) (COMPLETED)

27. Teller

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"You should cook naked." Grace jumped onto the off-white countertop and watched as I started to cut the steak. "I mean, we have the whole night to ourselves. Mom and Dad are out for the night, so it's just me and you till morning."

"Not happening." I peeked up to catch her smiling. "I swear, you're such a pervert."

"That perfect ass, that perfect body, and even those perfect blue eyes. . .They make it hard not to be one." she laughed softly. "You know you love every last bit of it."

With the slightest roll of my eyes, an embarrassed smile began to spread across my face. It was hard to explain how Grace looking at me felt, honestly. The more she looked at me that way, the more I grew to enjoy it. When she gawked at me or told me how I looked, this feeling, this sensation would just kind of come over me. Those words and actions made me feel, I don't know, special?

Grace made me feel like I was one of a kind, that I meant something different to her than the other people in her life. She made me feel like I wasn't just another body, another burden to drag her down with. When I was with her, I felt like I was center of her attention. Even when she was busy, I was given the time of day. She looked me in the eyes and answered me. Every time.

As I continued to dice another part of the meat, her hands began to crawl around my stomach and interlace with each other as they united in the front. Her warmth began to spread through my back as she pulled herself closer and closer. She was so close that I could hear her soft breaths in my ear, breaths that were just as warm as her touch. This woman was infinite, there was nothing she couldn't do to me - or the world.

"So, I have to be perfect for you to love me?" I teased as her lips fell onto my shoulder.

"Nada." her hair continuously brushed against my shoulder while she shook her head. "You could be the devil herself and I would still love you. You could be pink and from mars, but I would still love you. I didn't fall in love with your ass or your body. I fell in love with Lynn Owens."

Slowly, Grace leaned to the left and began to pull me with her, then to the right. It hadn't been long until we were teetering from side to side like a pair of drunk idiots as her lips refused to leave my skin. Even as the both of us bounced from left to right, it was like we fell right into the eye of the hurricane. A still calmness, as though no movement existed at all, was the only thing in my mind. Just us in our own small world.

"I love you." she refused to let go.

"Are you okay?" I turned my head only to have her lips hit my cheek. "You seem really lovey tonight."

"I'm fine, babe. I'm actually in a really good mood right now." her lips traced the back of my neck until she met my other shoulder. "I just feel like if I don't tell you often enough, you're going to disappear one day. . .So, you better get used to it."

Grace was never super touchy-feely with me, even if she did show her affection a lot. More times than not, she tended to fall back onto her wider vocabulary to make me feel some way and when she needed to, she got more aggressive with her hands. I knew she loved me and that was all I cared about. She didn't have to be all over me at every moment of every day for me to understand that. That was something that went both ways, I think.

I set the knife down and turned within her grip until I was facing her. Just like always, she had my attention. I was always listening, always watching because I didn't want to miss a thing. There was some part of me that knew if I looked away, she could have very well been in another world - a world I wasn't allowed into.