Chapter 18. Shower of Confessions

BELLE

Grayson’s lips moved against mine, soft like silk. A content grumble escaped his throat as he moved so that he was between my legs. He ran his hands up and down my sides, leaving intense sparks traveling throughout my body.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting my fingers tangle into his hair. He reached his hands under my shirt and raised it up.

I instantly pulled away and grabbed his hands to make him stop. “I-I’m sorry,” I said.

He moved back as well and looked at me. He smiled slightly and then rubbed his nose against mine.

“It’s perfectly okay, beautiful. I’m in no rush.”

I let out a sigh of relief and settled back into the bed. “Thank you,” I whispered.

Grayson smiled and lay down next to me. He moved me so we were facing each other again, and wrapped his arms tightly around me. He nuzzled his face into my neck.

“I’m so glad you’re feeling better. It physically hurt me to know how much pain you were in and to know th