“Oh?”

“His girlfriend dragged him to the ballet.” He laughed. “My father saw my mom on the stage and she captivated him. He fell in love with her as he watched her dance.”

“Wow.”

“It was The Nutcracker as well. Not cliché at all.” He smiled and I could hear nostalgia in his voice.

“So how did he meet her?”

“He went back to the ballet the next day. In fact, he went back to 59 performances and then he went backstage and talked to her.”

“And what did she say?”

“She ignored him.” He laughed. “Well, she thanked him for the flowers he had brought and dismissed him.”

“Oh no.” I felt my heart thudding. “That’s sad.”

“The story has a happy ending, Meg. I do exist, remember?” He laughed. “He went back to the ballet for three more months and every other week he went backstage and took her flowers. He didn’t go every day because he didn’t want her to think he was a creep.”

“And what happened?”

“One day he went back and she was crying.” He looked away from me then. “And he took her into his arms and let her cry. After about ten minutes, she stopped and they went out for watee.”

“Watee? Huh?”

“That’s what they called it. She had water and he had coffee.”

“Oh, that’s cute.”

“Yeah, they went out for watee for the next two weeks and then my father proposed.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” He laughed. “He knew from the first night that she was the one.”

“That’s so romantic.” I sighed wistfully. Why couldn’t Greyson be like his dad?

“I’m sure you’re wondering what happened to me.” He laughed and I blushed at how clearly he had been able to read my thoughts.

“Well...”

“It’s okay.” He pulled me back to the couch with him. “Sometimes, I wonder what happened to me as well.”

“I’ve never heard a man say that before.”

“As you get older, you begin to wonder what you’ve done with your life. Who you’ve hurt. Who you’ve helped. If the bad outweighs the good. If the good can ever outweigh the bad.” His tone was deep and he pulled me onto his lap. “And then sometimes, you just want to lose yourself and forget it all.”

“Can you?”

“Forget it all?”

“Yeah?”

“No. Never.” He pulled my head down to his. “And in moments like this, I never want to forget.” I wrapped my arms around his head as he kissed me and I melted into him. I knew what he meant. This moment would stick with me forever and I never wanted to forget it. Even if I found out he was as bad as I thought he was. In this moment, he was wonderful. He was my dream guy. This was a perfect moment. A snapshot moment. It was one I would come back to in my mind and my dreams for years to come.

Greyson smelled divine and I felt myself losing myself in him as we kissed. When his lips were on mine and his hands were on me, there was nothing more important to me than being with him.

“Oh, Meg.” Greyson groaned as I massaged the top of his head and pulled the tips of his hair. He pushed me back down on the couch roughly and positioned his body on top of mine. I stared up at him and he smiled down at me sweetly, so sweetly that I thought my heart was going to break. “Stay the night, Meg.”

“I don’t want to.” I lied.

“Tonight we’ll just sleep. I just want to sleep with you.” He kissed me lightly and leaned his chest down so that he was lightly touching my br**sts without crushing me.

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t think about it.” His eyes pleaded with me. “Tonight, let’s just enjoy that we got to meet. For tomorrow may be another story.”

“What do you mean?” I frowned.

“Let’s just enjoy this moment, please,” he whispered in my ear. “It may be the one perfect moment we both have.”

“Okay.” I nodded up at him and wrapped my arms around his back to pull him down towards me closer. “Let’s just enjoy tonight.”

“And you never know.” Greyson looked wistfully at me. “Tomorrow may never come.”

Chapter 5

“You don’t have to stop.” I whispered back to Greyson as his fingers played with my belly button and stopped at the top of my pants. I backed my ass into him and he groaned as I grinded my ass into his stiffening cock.

“Meg.” He held me close. “I just want to spoon.”

“No, you don’t.” I giggled, feeling slightly drunk and continued wiggling against him.

“You know me well.” He growled and his hands reached up under my T-shirt and cupped my br**sts. “I could spend the rest of my days losing myself in your body.”

“Ooh.” I moaned as his fingers slipped under my bra and pinched my ni**les.

“Moan for me some more.” He growled into my ear. “You turn me on so much when you moan.”

“Oh, really?” I twisted my head and smiled at him, before reaching back to see how much I had turned him on.

“See?” He grinned as I squeezed his hardness.

“Yes.” I grinned back.

“I’m so hard for you.” He groaned as his hands squeezed my br**sts. “If I close my eyes, I can feel your pu**y lips closing in on my cock, so tight and wet.” He bit down on my neck. “Fuck, I want to take you again so badly.”