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And then I fell for him again when he’d gotten a simple sandwich and soup, and again when he stood on my porch, gazing at me like I was some hero in a romance movie.
And there were so many moments after that too, and I got the feeling those moments would never disappear. If we went through with this—whatever this was—I was certain there would be so many more moments to fall in love with Henry.
If he would let me.
“Yeah, well, good things also need their beauty rest,” I said as I took her empty cup from her hands. Giselle looked at me with annoyance, but I shook my head. “It’s getting late, and if I read the itinerary correctly, we have a wine festival tomorrow.” I said, flashing her a grin.
“Gray…”
“We’re going to need all the rest we can get if we’re going to be drinking all day long,” I teased.
My sister looked as if she wanted to press me further on matters that had nothing to do with wine, but she relented, admitting defeat for once.
Maybe she really does need a good night’s sleep.
“Mhmm. Well, in that case, perhaps you should head to bed too. Some of us need more of a recharge than others,” she nipped.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I bit back.
Giselle rose, smiling from ear to ear. “Well, I am the younger model…” she teased.
I shook my head. “The best wines, my dear, are the ones that have aged gracefully,” I said with a grin of my own.
Giselle laughed. “Sure, whatever makes you sleep better at night,” she said as I rose. Giselle wrapped her arms around me, and I could not help but do the same. “Goodnight, Gray,” she said softly, as she headed toward Aaron, who was putting out the fire.
CHAPTER 26
Grayson
I don’t know why I was so nervous, standing on the precipice of the glamping tent. But my heart was racing as the automatic locks clicked, and I opened the door. Though the sight of shirtless Henry, laying on top of the covers, reading a book—with a handsome, shirtless man on the front nonetheless—settled every nerve in my body.
He did not look up at all, completely engrossed in his tale, and I cautiously approached my dresser. I stood in front of it, and even though I could not see him, I could feel the heat of his gaze.
I removed my shirt first, before tackling my riding pants, which were doing nothing to quell the desire that had already started to percolate at the sight of shirtless Henry in gray sweatpants, reading a book.
Simple things, indeed.
I slid my pants off, turning to catch his deep brown eyes gazing at me over his book.
Shifting my stance, I smirked at him over my shoulder, noticing his gaze was fixated on my ass.
“See something you like?” I teased.
Henry’s gaze flashed to mine, blinking only a few times before he tugged his book higher to hide the flush in his cheeks. But I caught just enough scarlet to know his rebuttal of “no,” was a damn lie.
And for the moment, that was enough.
My sister had mentioned good things took time, and I knew Henry was a good thing.
Waiting wasn’t easy for me, but if it was what Henry needed in order to feel comfortable with this, with me…
I’d wait as long as it took.
I took my time folding my clothes and setting them aside. The world outside us was dark, and the lights of the dome were not bright at all. In fact, the amber glow that touched everything made the dome itself feel far more intimate. It was almost as if we truly weren’t in the middle of the woods. It was like our own private bubble.
I pulled down the sheets, sliding in easily as I lay on my side. I slid closer to Henry, if only to try and discern what it was he was actually reading, checking out the book cover.
“What are you doing?” he asked, fidgeting on top of the covers, but he did not squirm away from me as he had this morning.