Grant kept his eyes locked on mine as he exploded inside me.
He collapsed onto me and we lay there, stunned, hot, intertwined.
Neither of us moved. Neither of us spoke.
Sometimes you just need to stay silent and let the moment ride.
We fell asleep that way, his heavy weight and warm breath cocooning me.
“You’re going where?” I gaped at Grant, still concentrating on prying my eyes open. “And why wasn’t I invited?”
“Golfing. We’ll be back by two.”
Um, what the actual fuck? I hadn’t expected him to hold my hand all day but one, his family was nuts. Two, he’d told me he loved me the night before. Didn’t that count for at least one day of kissing and adoring gazes aimed at me over bagels and lox? “You’re seriously leaving me alone here all day? Why can’t I go with you?”
“Do you golf?” He looked skeptical and not at all like he was going to miss me.
Was I wrong in thinking he should miss me? It seemed like an appropriate response to you know, love. Like, just-happened love. Holy crap, we had stepped off an emotional cliff together.
“No, I don’t golf, but I could learn.” I had no opinion about golfing one way or the other. I’d never even thought about it as something I might or might not want to do. But n
ow it suddenly seemed like a hobby I’d adore in comparison to spending the day at Casa Cranky Caldwell. I sat straight up and threw the covers back, ready to get up and get in golfing gear.
“Leah, I don’t think it’s a good idea. My grandfather has no patience for novice golfers. Trevor and his dad are meeting us too.”
“Who is Trevor?”
“My best friend. His dad has a house about ten miles from here. He’ll be at the party tonight.”
Grant had a best friend? Of course he had a best friend. Most people did. I didn’t know as much about Grant as I’d thought I did. “Then I definitely want to go so I can meet Trevor.” I stood up and threw my arms around his neck, totally naked, and gave him a kiss, trying to be seductive and persuasive. “Please don’t leave me here.”
He gave a moan. “Leah. I can’t take you. Just hang out with Gigi. She likes you. My mom will be doing her hair and makeup and all that stuff all day. You won’t even see her.”
Hang out with Gigi. That sounded like a blast. “This whole men go golfing, women do their hair, is very sexist.” I could feel my lip pulling into a pout. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep so quickly after sex the night before. I’d closed my eyes on a high and woken up to reality.
“I agree, it’s very gender-based. But everyone is doing what they personally would prefer to do.”
I gave him a look.
“Well. Except for you. I’ll take you golfing a different time so you can learn and then in the future I won’t leave you behind, I promise.”
That was an unnerving thought. If Grant and I were going to be in a real, legitimate relationship, this would not be my only visit to the Hamptons. Yikes.
“That does not help me today.”
Grant pulled my arms down and set me away from him. He was wearing a navy sweater and plaid pants. He looked like a model pretending to be a golfer. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
I’d heard that before. “That promise better involve cake.”
“I was thinking sexual favors.”
“No, thanks, I’ll take cake.” I gave him a grin. Hey, sure I would like sexual favors. But didn’t he win in that scenario as well? Nope. Not giving him any satisfaction.
“You seem very motivated by sweets.”
“Keep that in mind.” I yawned and stretched.
“Leah. Put some clothes on before you find yourself on your back.” Grant looked turned on and dangerous.