Page 183 of Things I Wish I Said
“It means”?I smile?“I’m officially in remission.”
Grayson whoops and lifts me off my feet, spinning me around as I squeal in delight. Once he sets me back down, he cups my face in his hands and crushes the biggest, sloppiest kiss on my mouth. “How long have you known?”
“A few days.”
“Why didn’t you fucking tell me?” he says, but he’s smiling from ear to ear.
I laugh. “Maybe it’s stupid, but we both had so much going on this week. You were away at training camp, and I was working like crazy to prepare for this trip, and I didn’t want to tell you over the phone.”
“Damn, Sinclair.” He presses his forehead to mine, a tremble in his voice when he says, “This is the best news. The best fucking news.” He shakes his head like he can’t believe it, then releases me and glances around the beach, throwing his hands up in the air as he screams, “Hey, Hamptons! My girlfriend here is cancer free!”
A smattering of applause breaks out around us, and I flush.
“God, I love you,” he says, pressing his mouth to mine.
This time, his kiss is softer, slower, and I savor the feel of him against me, the taste of him on my tongue.
“I love you too,” I whisper against his lips.
“We need to celebrate!” He brings my hand to his mouth, kissing my palm. “Tonight. Let’s go out. Have a drink, get dessert, or coffee. Go bowling. Something. Anything. What do you say? You in?”
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt lucky, but inthis moment, I feel like the luckiest girl alive.
So, I nod. “I’m all in.”
