His Trouble Maker

Chapter 36

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?

We spend so much time hurting each other so

against mine, eyes squeezed shut like he’s praying for something. “I meant

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word.”

aches. “You’re still engaged,” I say, and the

didn’t want that,” he rasps. “You know I

don’t care,” I say, shoving at

groans – a deep, broken sound – and finally slants his mouth

my Luna.”

blur my vision, but I blink them back

His face twists.

it’s too bad,” I snap, shoving him again, “because I don’t want

Something shifts.

Everything stills.

stunned like he’s just

–

voice low, disbelieving. Dangerous. A dark, molten

he’s already moving. He catches my wrist, fingers wrapping around it tight, and with one rough jerk he

over into the bed.

yelp, scrambling, but he’s instantly on top of me. All heavy muscle, caging me in. His knee presses between my thighs. His hand pins mine above my head. I’m trapped

leans down until our noses almost touch. “Say it again,” he says, voice shaking. “Say it like you fucking mean

him so badly it terrifies me. “This is stupid,” I mutter, turning

chin, forcing me to look at him. “No. His thumb brushes my

out – silent, traitorous. Goddess, I hate him for making me feel this much. I hate

to my mouth – softer this

body shudders against mine like he’s holding

he says, breathing the words into

I was too fucking stupid to admit

trying to block him

trace down my jaw, my throat. “What can I do for you to believe me?” Another kiss–lower–dragging his mouth slowly down the curve of my shoulder. “Anything,” he whispers, breath hot against my skin.

let me do anything to

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

I say, barely more than a breath. “During practice. Don’t,

my eyelids, my cheeks frantic desperate kisses like he’s trying to stitch me back together with his mouth. “I care. I

fist his hair tighter, dragging him down to me, and he follows–helpless–smashing his mouth against mine like he can’t bear

second of distance.

Our kiss is messy.

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