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IvyMac: I always thought tight ends loved pain. GrayG: Naw, we bring on the pain, Mac. And have awesome asses. Obviously.
It’s simple, really. I party because it’s fun. Enjoy women because I love them. Love their sweet scent, their musical laughter, and their soft curves. Play football because it’s the greatest fucking game on earth. And it’s worked for the most part. I’ve had fun.
He doesn’t move, but stands there dripping onto the floor. Straggling strands of his hair fall into his eyes. Eyes that are haunted, gazing at me with pain and desperation. “Ivy… I ache. For you.”
And, holy hell. My mouth goes dry, and I have to brace myself. Standing half behind the water-streaked glass, nothing is hidden. Wet is a good look for Gray. Droplets of water bead silver on golden skin, trickle in paths over valleys and hills of muscle.
“I don’t think we’ve ever been just friends, Gray. I think I’ve wanted you from the beginning.”
“I’m crazy about you, Ivy. You have to know that. I’m so lost in you, I don’t ever want to find my way back.”
“I love you, Ivy Mac.” His smile grows and he cups my cheek. “I really do. So much.”
Awwwwww....
“I told you we’d be so fucking good together. And I’m never wrong about these things.”
GrayG: Spooky. My room number is 1184. IvyMac: Erm… why is that spooky? GrayG: 1184 and 1210 are amicable numbers :) IvyMac: I love it when you talk nerd. So sexy.
“The fact is, Ivy, for me, there is one absolute truth. The sum of my existence equals you.”
