Chapter 12
Greyson
I just poured another beer for one of my regulars when I sensed her presence. I looked up and saw Blair walk through the front door. “Hey, Bee,” I said, a smile spreading across my face. It was unbelievable how this woman could brighten my day just by visiting me at work.
“Hey Grey,” she says, as she slid onto the barstool before me.
Your usual?” I say, chuckling as I pour her a glass of water.
“Yes, please. I am almost done editing my book and have to keep a clear mind. I can’t believe this might happen,” she says, her face reflecting disbelief as she sips her water.
“Believe it, Bee,” I say as I lean across the bar to look into her emerald eyes.
“I knew you always had it in you, even when I first met you all those years ago.
You always used to carry around a notebook and write all your thoughts and ideas down wherever you went.
I‘m so glad you can make them come to life.”
She smiles at me and places her hand over mine. “Thank you for giving me the courage,” she says, and my heart swells.
“Let’s get out of here,” I say, and walk around the bar. “Maddox can close up for me, since it’s almost time anyway.” I take her hand.
“Where are we going?” she asks, looking up at me.
“You will see,” I say, leading her out of the bar and into the town square. It is beautiful at night, with all the lights strung up across the square, and soft jazz music coming from one of the restaurants. I led her down the sidewalk and veer left towards a small path by the creek.
I bring her to my favorite spot, even now, where I come to clear my head. It’s a little bank right by the edge of the creek. The soft sound of the stream instantly calms me down.
“I forgot about this place”, she says, taking it all in. She finds a grassy patch and lowers herself to the ground.
I sit down with her and take her hand into mine. “I didn’t realize how much I missed you until you returned, Bee,” I say.
Her cheeks blush, and she looks down at the grass. “ I always knew I would come back here eventually. I just didn’t know it would take this long,” she says, and looks back up at me. “I am so glad you are still here, Grey. I needed you back in my life more than I realized.”
I inch my face closer to hers and whisper, “Can I kiss you, Bee?”
She looks at me for what feels like an eternity, as if studying every detail of my face.
Finally, she whispers back, “I would love that,” and suddenly my lips crash into hers.
She tastes like honey, and I grab the back of her neck as I deepen the kiss.
I hear a soft moan escape from her, and I feel myself instantly harden.
This girl has me under her spell. I enjoy her taste for a little longer before I pull back, both of us out of breath.
That was probably the best kiss I’ve ever had, and I knew I was in trouble.
I had it bad for this girl. A lump forms in my throat when I realize I don’t know when she’s leaving.
“Wow,” she says, her breath tickling my neck as she pulls away.
She turns and lays her head on my shoulder.
Both of us are sitting in silence, except for the calm trickle of the creek.
I feel her sigh, and I smile. “Thank you for everything, Grey,” she says, and we enjoy the blissful quiet.