He said the words he was never leaving, but I knew that couldn’t be true. I was stupid to text him. But I wanted this one last night with him. To feel cherished by him one more time. To be selfish. To feel open and weak and vulnerable all at the same time for one last night.
In bed, my legs parted for him naturally. He eased his way between as he came over top of me. He stared down at me with so many emotions, hunger and need and love.
“Let’s go slow, baby,” he said in a gravelly voice in my ear.
I watched the sunrise through my curtains next to a sleeping Grey. I didn’t want him to know I was awake. I wanted to stay safely nuzzled into him. I wanted his hand that was gently placed on my stomach as he slept to stay.
But these were things I had no business wanting.
Kevin wasn’t going to let this go. He texted last night before Grey arrived, telling me that if Grey and I were together, he would use Grey punching him as a way to take Canyon from me. He said Greyson Scott was dangerous and he would make sure everyone knew. Forget his new coaching position that he loved. He’d drag Greyson through the mud. Kevin would ruin both of us. And Grey didn’t deserve that just for being with me. It wasn’t worth it.
What really hurt was that Kevin didn’t even want Canyon. He would end up sending him away to St. Jude’s to be looked after. I couldn’t bear it. My baby needed me as much as I needed him.
I didn’t want to hurt Grey, but I knew I took from him last night.
I would say goodbye to him this morning and that would be it. Tears stung my eyes as I tried to remind myself that I didn’t want this morning to be ruined and I didn’t want Grey to know I was saying goodbye to him.
