His Trouble Maker

Chapter 36

Chapter 36

JESSICA

I feel so stupid.

Goddess, am I that easy to get?

Grayson is snoring beside me as I stare at the ceiling. What did I do? I look at myself under the cover and sigh because atleast, I didn’t had sex with him last night. However, I still ended up sleeping with him on my bed.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

He’s getting married.

I don’t even know if he’s lying to me or not. I don’t know if any of the words he said last night meant anything at all. Maybe I’m just the fool who keeps falling for it- for him- every goddamn time.

I feel the mattress shift behind me. Grayson is already pushing up behind me, his chest pressed to my spine, his legs bracketing mine.

I squeeze my eyes shut when his mouth finds my shoulder – a soft kiss, barely there. Another one, higher up, where the strap of my dress has fallen down my arm. A third, at the side of my neck. Lingering. “Good morning baby,” he said. “What are you thinking, hmm?”

I don’t answer. I can’t. If I open my mouth, the tears will come.

Grayson shifts behind me, sliding even closer, pressing kiss after kiss up the line of my throat to the back of my ear.

“Please,” he whispers, the word shaky, almost broken. “Share your thoughts with me.”

My chest tightens.

I want to believe him so badly it physically hurts. I turn my face slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of him over my shoulder.

His hair is a mess. His eyes are heavy, rimmed with exhaustion and something deeper, something rawer.

Without thinking, I lift a hand and brush my fingers against his jaw. Grayson stills–like he’s afraid to move, afraid to scare me off. I guide his face toward me, needing to see him, needing something.

“…” My voice cracks. I swallow hard, fighting past the lump rising in my throat.

“I remember what you said last night.”

He lets out a slow breath, like he’s been holding it all night. His hand finds my waist under the blanket, fingers splaying against my ribs like. he’s trying to hold me together with just his touch. “I meant every word,” he says roughly. “Every single one.”

I blink up at him, searching his face, desperate for a lie I can cling to or a truth I can believe in.

Grayson leans down. “I’m not lying to you, baby.” Another kiss, right under my jaw. “I swear it.”

Are you?

a love that is unsure. We spend so much time hurting each other so last time when he confessed his love to me, it

squeezed shut like he’s praying

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word.”

nod, but it feels mechanical. My chest aches. “You’re still engaged,” I say, and the words taste like ash

he rasps. “You

I say,

– a deep, broken sound – and finally slants

my Luna.”

gasp, yanking my mouth free. Tears blur my vision, but I blink

His face twists.

him again,

Something shifts.

Everything stills.

stares down at me- stunned like

–

man,” he repeats, his voice low, disbelieving. Dangerous.

him again, he’s already moving. He catches my wrist, fingers wrapping

over into the bed.

caging me in. His knee presses between my thighs. His hand pins mine above my head. I’m trapped – breathing hard – my heart slamming against my

“Say it again,” he says, voice shaking. “Say it

squirm beneath him, angry and humiliated and wanting him so badly it terrifies me. “This

look at him. “No. His thumb brushes my bottom lip, rough but weirdly gentle. “No more running, Jess. No more

traitorous. Goddess, I hate him for making me feel this much. I hate myself for still wanting him

kiss to my

mine like he’s holding back

breathing the words into my

I

clench my eyes shut, trying to block

to believe me?” Another kiss–lower–dragging his mouth slowly

moves up instantly. He would let me do anything to him right now. He wants me to. “You’ll do

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once, so fast it almost hurts to watch. “Anything, baby.

can barely breathe. “Be good to me,” I say, barely more than a breath. “During

Jess,” he rasps, kissing my forehead, my eyelids, my cheeks frantic desperate kisses like he’s trying to stitch me back together with

to me, and he follows–helpless–smashing his mouth

second of distance.

Our kiss is messy.