Secrets & Lies

36| Surprises, Surprises

What. The. Fuck.

Grant was here—he was here. He was in my fucking room. I knew how the expression on my face probably looked, but the last thing I was expecting was to see him again. But he was here. Maybe I was dreaming. I bit down on my tongue...yep. This was real. 

The seconds seemed to trickle by and we never broke eye contact. Finally, Grant flashed me a shit-eating grin. "Hey, you."

I took a few steps towards him—okay, more like stumbled. "What—what are you doing here?"

"I got your message." He frowned when he noticed my black-eye. He reached out and carefully traced it with his finger. "What happened?"

I was still so stunned by his presence, that it took me a few seconds to answer. "Uh, Wyatt and I got into it." My eyes fell to his split lip. "What about you?"

In all the years that I'd known him, Grant wasn't the fighting type. 

"It's kind of a long story. I'll tell you about it later. First," he whispered before he brought his other hand up to cup my face, "I need this."

When he pressed his lips to mine, my body melted into him. The shock I was feeling before was gone—and in it's place was a raw need so strong, that calling it love would be an insult. I reached out with my hands and gripped his waist. I tilted my head to the side to deepen the kiss and a little moan slipped out of me. 

When we pulled apart, I looked into his eyes and shook my head slowly.  "God, I missed you. And I'm so sorry about what happened."

The corner of his mouth lifted in a sexy smirk. "I missed you, too. We have a lot to talk about, and we will talk, but we need to get downstairs first."

My body tensed up immediately. "Downstairs?"

Grant didn't miss my sudden hesitation. He had an I'm-up-to-something look that worried me. "Yes, downstairs. Dinner should be here and your mom will be pissed if we aren't down there."

Did I feel better that my parents knew who I was? Yes. That didn't mean I was comfortable going downstairs with Grant and having dinner with them. My instincts told me to lock the door and stay here with Grant all night. Fuck the food.

"Hey," he said quietly, "look at me." I hadn't even realized I looked away from him. When my eyes met his, he said, "It's going to be fine, Logan. Its just dinner with you're family. Then when we're done, you and I will come up here and talk." 

He made it sound so simple. Just dinner with the family. But the churning in my stomach and the sweating of my palms said otherwise. "I don't know..."

Grant leaned into me and licked teasingly at my lips. "Please? For me? I promise you, you'll enjoy it. Actually," he trailed kisses along my jawline to my neck, "I can guarantee it."

Whenever he touched me, everything else seemed to vanish. My voice came out a little breathlessly when I asked, "How...can you guarantee it?"

Grant pulled back, flashing me a grin that made me want to do other things with my mouth than eat dinner. "I can guarantee it, because I've already met your mom—and she loves me."

The fact that he's probably met my entire family should cause me to feel even more anxious. But to my surprise, I couldn't help but laugh at that and a little of the tension eased from my body. "Of course she does." I exhaled a defeated breath. "Okay, fine. Let's go to dinner." 

"Really?" His tone was hopeful with a hint of surprise. He probably didn't think I was going to say yes. 

"Yeah." I shot him a look. "It's not like I could really say no. My mom would come up here and drag me out if I didn't go down there."