Saving Grace
Have You Seen My Pants?
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Two days
had passed. Two days of paranoia.
for both Grace and Sands had ended.
There were no more thoughts to whether their feelings were right or
wrong. Thwerewere no more worries about
who they used to be or who they had become.
They had spent the last two days talking to each other, learning all
they could. Despite not being able to
see, Sands knew Grace’s body by heart, and she knew his.
They
refused to stay hulled up in the suite.
They went to the beach, they went out to dinner – both armed at all
times…both constantly alert and aware of everyone around them.
Grace had
decided not to ask Sands about what he was going to do once the week
ended. After she asked the first time
and wasn’t given a solid answer, she decided it was best to let it go.
mattered…well, that and staying alive.
Sands woke
up in Grace’s arms, realization knocking him in the back of the head.
coming to get me.
Grace’s tbeatbeat. I don’t have
anywhere else to go. I’ll be debriefed
and… Fuck, then what?
circumstances? When she’s back to her
real life, not on vacation… If we would
have met when…
I’m home right fucking here. If
the offer still stands I…
“Aren’t you
going to say good morning?” Grace asked softly.
Sands
pushed away his thoughts and smiled.
“Good morning, Gracie.” She
kissed his forehead and an intense warmth rushed through his body.
“Today’s
the day,” she said, her voice obviously pained.
“Yeah.”
out. You love her, she loves you,
what’s the fucking problem?
“Did we
worry about Michael for no reason?”
Sands shook
his head. “Don’t you dare put your guard
down today, Gracie. Understand me?”
“Mm
hm.” She was beginning to distance
herself and Sands felt it. He wasn’t
going to stand for it either.
“Don’t,” he
said, letting his voice soften.
“Don’t
what?”
“Push me
away.”
“I’m
holding you, not pushing you aw…”
Sands
shifted his body, he was no longer in her arms, but she in his.
“And I get
on a different plane in Washington.”
Grow
some balls and say it! “Or,” he
said, smiling, “you wait around a few days and I get on that plane too.”
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“What?”
“Well, I
don’t know how long I’ll have to stay in Washington, but I want…I mean if you
meant…” Sands laughed at himself.
person put me at a fucking loss for words.
You’ve made me babble.”
“It’s
cute,” she said feeling much more at ease.
“You mean it?”
He kissed her, then whispered, “I
mean it.”
Grace wrapped her arms around his
neck and breathed him in. She wanted to
laugh and cry all at once, but settled for silence. After a few moments, she finally managed to say, “I love you,
Jeffrey.”
“You just remember that, Gracie.”
“And?”
“Hungry? I really have a hankering for a big breakfast.
“I’m suddenlyrtinrting to forget
something that I thought was important…”
He rolled so that he was lying down
and Grace was on top of him. “I’m such
a sap now,” he said, kissing her neck.
“I love you too.”
Grace ground her hips, causing
Sands to moan. “So about that
breakfast?” She rolled off of him.
“Where to you think you’re going?”
he said, almost whining.
“To get dressed,” she laughed.
“No, no, no…dressed is bad, Gracie,
very bad.”
“But you made me hungry.”
“Well, I’m fucking starving myself…but
not for food anymore.”
Grace sat on the edge of the
bed. “I need energy for…strenuous, yet
highly enjoyable activities.”
“Fair enough.
She giggled.
– into the pool.”
“Oh, right…well, you see,” he said,
crawling up behind her, “it was just so fucking hot out there…”
“I remember.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
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