Week two of My Sexy Saturday!
Today- I’m bringing you a scene from a work in progress of mine called That Next Chapter. It’s a story about a girl moving on from a past relationship and realizing that its okay to finally let it go.
Anyways- hope you enjoy!
** This is an unedited scene and due to change **
As Grayson continues to talk to the driver, his hand is resting on my knee, his thumb tracing my skin. He’s leaving a trail of heat that has me panting.
This is it. The taxi is going to park and I’m going to need to make a decision. Am I going home or staying with Grayson? Can I do this? Should I do this? Jacob will be at my house in the morning. He won’t understand…
I feel Grayson squeeze my knee and I flash him a quick smile. “Stop over thinking things, Abby. Do whatever it is that you want to do and makes you happy. No one else’s feelings matter, understand?”
The street lights pass through the car as we drive over the Ravenel Bridge. Mount Pleasant is quiet for this time of night and that quietness makes me nervous. Like a calm before a storm. My heart is pounding in my chest and I swear the others can hear it.
Do I want this? The answer seems so obvious. Yes, I do. My crush on Grayson has grown into desire. I have fantasized of this moment; thinking of Grayson’s smile, his bright eyes, the cocky way he talks about himself, all of it. It drives me crazy. And the thought that he wants me as much as I want him has sent my nerves into overdrive. I never saw myself with anyone after Jacob, and now– now I can’t think of anything else.
I feel the car stop and I come out of my thoughts to see we’re in front of Grayson’s. He reaches over and pays the cab driver. The driver turns around and shakes his hand, “Congratulations, my friends. May you have a blessed marriage, and live each day enveloped in the same passion as I saw tonight.”
I smile at the man and nod. His words are so kind and he means them. I open my door and step out. Grayson steps out on his side and I turn to see him watching me. The car drives away, leaving empty space between us. In two strides, he’s in front of me, his lips inches from mine. “Stay with me. Nothing has to happen; I just want you to stay.”