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Gray has quickly become my world,
“You’re perfect.
“I kind of like that about you, Mac.” I like everything about Gray.
It hits me anew, the way he makes me feel utterly at home, yet excited.
“I just find it hard to believe you’ve been single all this time. You’re…well… You’re great.”
“Not damaging it, but maybe depressing it. This revelation sure as hell is depressing my dick.” He visibly shudders.
When he holds me, I’m safe, enveloped.
“I guess I keep waiting for the one who will make me want to stop.”
Make me stop, Ivy. Be the one who makes it all stop.
“I think… No, shit, I know that I’m falling for my best friend.”
I leave the quiet confines of my little car—it still carries Gray’s scent.
there’s a broom in the corner of the hall with a sticky note that says, Use me, dickwads, before I paddle your ass!
“You should have seen the way you lit up when you talked to the guys about that stuff.” The corner of his lip curls upward. “It was beautiful.”
He’s my favorite person in the world, but I no longer feel at complete ease with him.
“Every inch, Ivy.”
“I’m gonna regret you,” she says to the donut.
“Under, over, the point is I’m horny.”
“With sufficient thrust, even pigs fly.”
I can’t dance anymore without thinking about Ivy’s horrific moves and wanting to see them again.
They’re right; I am going to call Ivy. I cannot fucking wait to hear her voice. Her absence is an emptiness in my chest.
In other words, I’m totally screwed. But I’m willing to dive in anyway.
“Are you fishing for compliments, Cupcake?” I love that she knows the game. “Maybe,” I say with a smile.
“I don’t know. Are we going to be together for the rest of our lives?” My breath hitches at the thought of forever with her,
“I’m celebrating with you.”
“You’re here.” My hand stops over my heart and I spread my fingers wide,
I don’t really want to think about some fuckwit giving Ivy “awesome” foreplay.
And that strange dichotomy is my Ivy. Insane planner mixed with a free spirit who goes with the flow. A surge of affection hits me, and I sink further into the pillows.
Maybe because I want to know how to please you. Or I’m a dirty bastard who needs to hear your honey-smooth voice talk about sex.
I’ve never had the desire to go there with any girl. But fuck, I can imagine kissing Mac that way.
my heart pounds out a rhythm that sounds like Ivy, Ivy, Ivy in my head.
I hate sickness. Being around ill people freaks me out now. But I don’t hesitate. I step into the house and pull her close.
“Fuck! Don’t say that! Quick, knock on wood.” I flail my arms. “Knock on your big, block head.”
“Unless you’re wearing naughty panties?” “You sound way too hopeful there, bud.” “I always hold out hope for sexy underwear.
“Poor, non-baby Mac.”
“My poor little Special Sauce.”
“When I was seventeen, I shit myself.”
And then a big fucking defensive end smashes into me.” He pauses, and I feel him cringe. “He literally knocked the shit out of me.”
“It was perfect.” He is perfect.
I count myself lucky that he hadn’t taken my words the wrong way. And I ignore the small part of me that kind of wishes he had.
As if by silent consensus, neither of us mentions that having phone sex and sleeping together every night might be crossing the line of friendship.
before he pulled me close in that way of his—possessive yet tender.
Reluctantly, I head to the bathroom. His toothbrush sits next to mine.
It had been a mistake to let Gray stay so close. I’m used to him now.
I miss Ivy. I started missing her before I’d even left her house.
I’d stayed over anyway because it had been my last chance to hold her as she slept.
Making Ivy feel better satisfied me in a strangely quiet way, as if I’d finally found the place where I needed to be.
I can see myself watching over her for a lifetime.
I want to be loved, like I’m worth something to someone.
I’m used to Gray’s noise. His constant laughter and the way he fills up the house with his vitality. I’ve never met a person who occupies a space as wholly as Gray does.
“What up, Killer G?” His deep voice is a caress against my ear. “Mac, that was literally painful to hear.”
