Page 131 of Breaking Point
Wait until she finds out about our practice kiss.
…Both of them.
I quickly change the subject. “I take it you’re responsible for calming my mom down and changing her mind about pressing charges on the dispatcher for not sending the police?”
“Yes, but in hindsight I shouldn’t have…clearly.” She sighs, a hint of guilt in her voice. “In my defense, I thought you were with Grayson.”
“It’s okay, no need to feel bad,” I soothe before pausing. “Wait, why would I be with Grayson and ignoring everyone?” Layla is silent as the cogs in my pain-medicine-riddled mind turn. “You thought I was off having sex with him, didn’t you?”
I thought she was joking in her text messages.
A huff is all I hear before she mumbles, “I wouldn’t haveblamed you.” Before I can retort, she’s changing the subject. “Can you please stop delaying and go see your mom? She’s really stressed, Bella.”
She can’t see the guilt that fills every inch of my body. “Yes, I’ll go now.” Grayson chooses that moment to come back to my room, empty-handed. “I’ll call you later. Please turn your car around.”
“Okay, okay, keep me updated though! Otherwise I’ll turn it back around again and take care of you.”
I chuckle. “Go spend time with your family. Love you, bye.”
Grayson’s body stiffens.
I wave my phone in the air. “That was Layla, my best friend.”
He nods along and I can’t help but note his body relaxes.Who did he think I was talking to?
Pointing to his hands, I say, “They run out of food?”
He winces. “Technically no, but nothing good is left at two o’clock in the morning. I ordered food.”
Something melts in my chest. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Yes, I did. I can’t give you food poisoning after all that.”
“At least I’d be in the right place.”
Scooting to the side of the bed, my stomach muscles tense as a cramp flares, nowhere near as bad as before though. These subdued ones feel like child’s play compared to the knife of red-hot agony that was stabbing me earlier.
“Ahh, where are you going?” Grayson asks dubiously as I get out of bed.
“I need to take care of something,” I say, avoiding his eyes.
“I don’t think you should be moving around. You’re attached to a drip.”
I roll it back and forth. “They’re easy to move.”
“And you would know that…how?”
I point to the wheels. “It’s mobile.”
“Mobile or not, I don’t think this is the best idea. Just tell me what you need and I’ll go and get it.”
Quickly thinking on the spot, I blurt, “It’s feminine stuff. You don’t want to know.”
“I don’t care if it’s feminine or not.” He rounds the bed,putting a gentle hand on my arm to stop me. “You have to let me take care of you, Bella. You should be resting.”
“I’m fine, I promise. I’ll explain later,” I lie.
I’m still avoiding his gaze when a finger lands under my chin and gently lifts it. Grayson is staring down at me, his blue eyes boring into mine. “Where are you going?”
