Page 46 of Tell Me All Your Lies

I feel so unlike myself around him these days, and it bothers me. Ever since this situation started to pull back the curtain of who I am during my day-to-day, he’s been getting more chances to see the real me. It’s as if the walls around us are crumbling down, and it’s been only a few days.

There’s no way I can continue to be this version of myself around Grant. Tomorrow morning will be here before we know it. I need a good night’s sleep in order to be ready to work tomorrow.

I tighten the covers around my neck and shut my eyes.

Trying to get sleep seems almost impossible, knowing that Grant is mere feet away from me.

The sound of the sofa squeaking distracts me, and I know he must be twisting and turning on it. I don’t care how fancy of a hotel we’re at, no one wants to sleep on a pull-out sofa if you don’t have to.

Only in this case, he can’t help it. Sure, I’m glad he was a gentleman and offered me the bed, but I wouldn’t possibly get any sleep if he were in here. My body feels like a million needles are pricking into it because of Grant’s presence as it is. I can’t even think about how I would feel with him inches away.

I fluff my pillow underneath and try to focus on letting sleep take over. I rarely have these kinds of issues falling asleep. Like I’m sure Grant is, too, I’m used to getting some shut-eye in the most uncomfortable situations.

Minutes pass by, but they feel like hours. The silence in my room is deafening. It’s the total opposite of the way the comfortable silence took over between us on the balcony.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

I have a feeling I’ll be muttering those words a lot when it comes to being around Grant.

Sitting up in bed, the sheets fall down around my waist as I run a hand through my hair. I check out my pajamas to make sure they are acceptable for a platonic friend to see me in.

“Sinclair!” I shout.

“What is it, Collins? Some of us need sleep.”

I roll my eyes as I lean back on one hand against the bed.

“If I have to hear you tossing and turning out there, neither of us will be getting quality sleep for tomorrow. You can come in here. Just stay on your side.”

I hear Grant getting out of the pull-out bed and padding across the floor to the bedroom. Within seconds, he’s leaning against my bedroom doorframe, looking like he’s mine. His bare chest is just as I remembered it, and his low-slung pajama pants tease his defined abdomen.

“Don’t you own a shirt?” I groan.

Grant smiles widely.

“Glad to know you think I’m so pretty, but no funny business, Collins. I need my beauty sleep,” he teases as he crosses the room to the other side of the bed.

“Please. I’m the one who needs sleep. Stay on your half of the bed.”

Grant lifts the covers and slips onto the bed. I face the opposite direction and try not to look around. It doesn’t prevent me from feeling his presence.

“Thanks, Collins.”

“No problem, Sinclair.”

A deep rumble sounds in the room, and I can’t help but smile.

“Hey, Grant?”

“Yeah?”

“Wipe that smug smile off your face.”

He laughs before he twists onto his side.

Naturally,I woke up at three in the morning after going to sleep too early last night. It was for the best. I was able to shower and dress, all while Grant stayed asleep in the bed we shared last night.

Packing my small bag was easy enough as well. Now I debate whether to wake up my new husband, as we are inching closer to when we need to be at the airport.

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