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Euphoria: A feeling you get from a good fuck, or from stepping off of an airplane after spending almost an entire day strapped into a seat so tiny only your left ass cheek fits.
I don’t give a shit who any of you sleep with as long as it isn’t my damn sister.” Guilt paints my insides. I can’t say who Gracie does and doesn’t sleep with is a topic I want brought up either. Not when I spent a week last year inside of her, hearing her cry my name and learning the different ways to make her soak her panties.
As I walk toward the bar, I catch sight of her again. It's nearly impossible not to.
She’s just as addicted to the taste of me as I am to the strawberry lip gloss that is now smeared across our mouths.
If she doesn’t want this, then I’ll look like a complete idiot, letting myself get wrapped up in Gracie’s web of attraction for a second time.
Her body is paradise against mine,
Fuck, I forgot how pretty she looks when she begs.
“Let me in,” she murmurs quietly, inching closer to me. The seconds flick away slowly around us. “You wouldn't like what you would see.”
hard trying to prove to everyone around me. Unfortunately, though, I wasn't expecting a sparky blonde to throw me for an absolute loop.
“I was with someone else when the only person I've ever really wanted was you.”
“I've waited this long, Ty. I can wait until you're ready to admit to yourself that I'm not going to run from you. You can trust me. I won't hurt you,”
“You don't deserve to be left alone in anyone's bed. Especially not mine.”
Fuck. What are you doing to me, Gracie Hutton?
Her gentle laugh is music to my ears as she pushes a curl behind her ear.
I look down at her in complete awe. I know I should tell her that she looks gorgeous tonight, but I let the words die on my tongue when her touch lands on the ridges of my jaw.
“Where does that leave you then? What's your so-called addiction?” I ask curiously. My skin flares when he turns and locks his eyes with mine. “You, Gray. I think I'm addicted to you.”
You, Gray. I think I’m addicted to you.
You know Tyler better than I do.” She flicks me in the arm. “We both know that isn't true anymore.”
My words seem to spark a reaction from inside him because he whips his head to the side and lets out a string of curses before smashing our mouths together.
“There would be no need to be jealous if you just made me your girlfriend, you know?”
“That’s for you. It’s been like that for years, but you never gave me the chance to tell you.”
“I'm sure Oakley would be fine without me there.” “Who cares? I wouldn't be fine without you.”
Gracie might be the only girl on this planet that can put up with all of your bullshit. She's good for you.”
“I think I'm falling in love with you,”
“I remember you arguing with your brother back when you were sixteen about wanting to wear Tyler's jersey to their games,”
She looks like a beautiful disaster. But for some ungodly reason, she's my beautiful disaster.
He'd laugh in my face and call me a pussy for letting myself get wrapped up in the hurricane that is Gracie Hutton, falling for her along the way. I wouldn't want to agree with him; I've always hated allowing people to see my weak spots. But he'd be right and I hate lying even more.
“That's cool. Why is he here? In your kitchen? When you're wearing the same amount of clothes you do when you make coffee every morning after I fuck your brains out?”
“If you see her in the lobby, turn around. If she's in the elevator when the doors open, wait for the next one. If you can see her wherever you are, close your fucking eyes. But I don't want to find you so much as breathing the same air as her again unless you want to spend the remainder of your days in a fucking wheelchair. Got it, Cody?”
I have her shoved back against the living room wall before she can finish her sentence.
“Yeah?” Please don't say something that will tear me to shreds while I'm standing naked as the day I was born with cum dripping down my thighs.
“Yeah. Or else telling you that I'm in love with you would have been incredibly awkward.”
As if I were right here again, feeling the flutters deep in my belly and Tyler's smile against my lips. And I can't help but feel like that makes me the luckiest damn girl in the world.
“Call your man. I hear he's missing you.”
“Unless you want your brother to walk in on me eight inches deep inside of you, I suggest we get up.”
She's my light—my guide as I walk through the darkest parts of myself, always leading me back home. Back to her. Where I should have been a long time ago.
