Secrets & Lies

24| Breakfast'N'Bed

The smell of bacon and eggs invaded my nose. I rolled over onto my back with a groan. Even though the answer was obvious, I reached my arm out and felt the other side of the bed. No Grant. He was cooking. Had he always been a cook? We've always gone out to dinner or lunch whenever we hung out. Even when we were at each other's apartments we ordered in. 

My knees and left shoulder creaked like they always did when I stretched. The events of the night before were fresh in my mind. I didn't know what possessed me to get up from my chair at dinner and suck him off outside. I've never done anything so brazen. I remembered looking at him and just being so fucking happy that he was here. If I had stayed here, alone with my thoughts, it wouldn't have gone well. 

But Grant wasn't just a distraction from all that shit. He was...well, Grant. It's never been oblivious to me about the way I felt. Yeah, I was scared as shit to face and admit the truth, but I was never blind to it.

My parents seemed to be a common issue there. It was hard living up to your parents' expectations. When they map out your future, its hard to go against that; especially when they were actually pretty great. Grant's parents were a different story. He's only told me a little about what happened with them, but I knew enough to know they were a fucking nightmare. 

"Good morning, sunshine."

I got to my knees in the bed when I heard Grant come into the room. The sheet fell down my body, leaving me naked under his wandering gaze. "Good morning, yourself." 

He sat the plate of food on the bedside table and looked back at me. "How did you sleep?"

I made a sound that was similar to a laugh and a groan. "Good, actually. Better than I have in awhile. You?"

He gave me a sexy smirk that had me aching to kiss him. "Pretty good." He gestured to the food on the bedside table. "I made you breakfast." 

I didn't bother looking at the food. I kept my eyes on Grant. "I see that."

He was wearing a pair of sweats with no shirt. His blonde hair was brushed to the side like it always was. I pulled him closer and gave him a slow kiss. It wasn't a deep and passionate one like we shared last night. No. This one was more of a thank you. 

"What was that for?" he asked when I pulled away. 

Instead of answering, I glanced at the plate he brought me. There was an omelette, some strips of bacon, and a piece of toast. "I didn't know you could cook."

Grant laughed a little and ran his hand through his hair. Was he...embarrassed? "Yeah, well, I never had occasion." 

That made sense. It was obvious why we never cooked for each other. It seemed to make things feel a lot more serious. Like we were in a relationship. Together. God, I wanted that. But I knew it wasn't a possibility. Not with our parents and everything else. But the thought of loving Grant for the rest of my life just felt...right. So fucking right.

Did that mean that this was what we were going to be? Living lies and sneaking off to have time together? If that was the case, it wouldn't be long before we had another one of our fights. Our disagreements. It was a vicious cycle and I was sick of it. He and I were going to need to talk about this. I didn't want to, but it had to happen before we left this cabin to go back to the city. 

"What are you thinking about?" Grant asked quietly. 

I pulled away from him and leaned against the headboard of the bed. "I'm thinking that I'm starving." I grabbed the plate and took a bite of the omelette. "Wow. This is really good." 

Grant chuckled and sat on the side of the bed. "I'm glad you like it." 

I noticed he didn't have a plate for himself. "You're not eating?"