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“Horseback riding?” I asked as I pulled on my shirt. I could feel Grayson’s eyes on me, and I fought to turn around and meet his gaze.
“Did I stutter?” he asked, his voice dark and smooth.
I turned around, weak to fight my own impulse to find him only inches away from me. There I stood in my shirt and my fresh pair of boxer briefs, acutely aware of his disheveled hair, of his looming, sexy stare, and the visible outline of his cock.
How was this man still single?
He was quite literally, all the things fantasies were made of.
What flaw did he have?
Because as far as I could see or discern, there were none.
Grayson was confident, sexy, and more than sure of himself. But he was also candid and vulnerable, and mysterious.
He was everything a prince charming should be.
And he was so close I could touch him. That I could kiss him, if I wanted, and I wanted to, but…
Did he want me to?
Despite his flirtations, and his drunk pass at me the other night, he hadn’t made a move to confirm such things. In fact, he’d only done the opposite and insisted on a “fresh” start. But then it seemed every time the curtain came down…
I wasn’t sure if I’d purely imagined the attraction between us, or if it was something that truly was reciprocated. But I wasn’t capable of voicing my wonders out loud when I didn’t have a full grasp on the reality myself.
“No, you did not,” I said, my own voice dropping an octave, my gaze falling to his lips.
All it would take is one small move. One step forward and I could slide my hand over his hip, or run my fingers through his hair.
One gentle tug and I could pull him toward me, toward my lips.
But I was afraid.
Of what I wasn’t certain.
“Shower’s all yours,” I said, my voice steady as I flashed my gaze from his perfect pout to his intense amber eyes.
Grayson smirked as he handed me the itinerary, and I watched him walk away from me, sliding his boxers off just before he hit the door so I could get just the slightest glimpse of his bare ass.
While the move was careless, as undressing for a shower was a normal action, his move felt deliberate.
It was almost like he wanted me to see him, like he wanted to taunt me with his perfection.
Look at what you can’t have because you’re too fucking scared.
I grunted as I adjusted my cock, turning away from the sight in favor of breakfast.
The sun shone through the hexagonal windows like beams of heaven, lighting up the champagne flutes full of champagne and orange juice, no doubt, across the array of bear claws and croissants and pastries with fresh fruit.
I wasted no time as I dug into the cream cheese danishes and fresh strawberries, watching the light cast rainbow prisms on the inside of our dome as I waited for the bane of my literal existence.
CHAPTER 22
Henry
If you’ve never been on a horse before, nothing can truly prepare you for the experience. For starters, I was surprised at the sheer size of the horse before me, and the way he looked me in my eye, snorting and huffing, I couldn’t deny I was panicking.
“Have you ever ridden a horse before?” Grayson asked as he came up behind me. I watched as Lane helped his partner up on her horse, watched as she threw her leg over the saddle.