Page 136 of Unspoken Hearts
My back hits the metal stand, but I ignore the digging sensation as Reid kisses me fervently—nails digging, gasps escaping and chests rising. I let go as he drops me to my feet. Mouth puffy like my own, he takes his hat off, dropping it on my head before dragging his fingers through his dishevelled hair.
Grinning, I hold onto his hat before stepping away, realising why I was down here in the first place. “I need to get some food.”
“I’ll come with you, then,” he says without hesitation.
Nodding, I turn, looking at the stand not far away when my eyes land on his cobalt ones. Unblinking, I stare, my mouth ajar.
Reid’s hand tangles in mine. “Macie?”
I shake my head, stepping closer.
Grayson frowns, moving backwards and behind the stand.
Crap.
Heart leaping into my throat, I drop my hold on Reid, racing after Grayson before he can get away. I can see him in his white top and jeans, stalking towards his car. He goes to open the door when I push it shut, forcing him to blink at me.
“Stop,” I huff out, catching my breath.
“Macie. Let me go.”
“No,” I ground out, tired of him ignoring me. “You’re not going anywhere until we talk.”
His eyes find mine again, and Grayson shakes his head, looking at me with narrowed lids. “I can’t. I need to go.”
“G, please.”
He stares down at his hand on the door, chewing on his lip silently. “Please. I just can’t right now.”
The pain in his voice makes my heart sinks.
I drop my hand, letting him get in the car.
Turning on the engine, I wait as he grips the wheel, then looks at me. “You really do love him, don’t you?”
All I can do is nod, like my mouth has stopped working.
Gaze finding his through the window, Grayson pulls out, driving along the dusty driveway.
My shoulders cave in. So close. Yet I also feel further from him than ever before.
Chapter thirty-nine
Macie
Ihardlysleptlastnight.Grayson’s horrified face was stuck in mind, and every time I closed my eyes, all I could hear was him asking if I really loved Reid.
My stomach feels nauseous as soon as I wake up, rolling onto my side and grumbling at my phone alarm. Blinking at the screen, I make no effort to move.
Seeing him last night, knowing that he’s still not ready to speak with me after a week makes my insides curl. A little bit more hope died in my heart like paper burning up from a flame as I watched him drive away.
Groaning, I turn off my alarm after a long minute of the deafening noise and rub at my eyes, dreading getting out.
It’s officially autumn, and the weather knows it. I can hear the rain from here, pounding against the metal roof, adding to the noise. It’ll be cold, muddy and rainy, and I would much rather stay in my nice, warm bed.
Shutting my eyes, I roll back onto my side, bringing the covers up to my ears when my door creaks open.
“No,” I grumble.
