Just Like That

33. "falling in love"

    Breanna Michelle Santana

The house was coming along quite nicely actually. By that, yes, I mean Grayson's house. He decided to resume the project after the funeral. His Aunt Sara shared some wise words that really got us all thinking. The words really resonated with Grayson, though.

I always appreciated how certain events made us susceptible to change. Like, weddings brought couples together while family reunions forced family members to put their bullshit aside and funerals made people grateful for what they had.

Gray was beating himself up because he knew he should've listened to his mom while she was still alive. All she wanted from her oldest son was for him to settle down and be passionate about something other than soccer. He figured if he could finish the house it would symbolize his growth and prove that he was passionate about something.

Then there was me, and our relationship that was a mess on its own. I started thinking Holland was right; we should just end things before one of us winds up heartbroken.

Well, what about when the six months is up? With three left, I don't see this "relationship" moving up anymore levels. We already live together and met the parents, so what's next; the 'L' word? Ha, like that'll happen. The worst that could come of this is when it's over, we go our separate ways. We hadn't really discussed what'll happen after.

In truth, I wasn't sure how I felt about Grayson. He was perfect yet I wasn't falling head-over-heels for him. Was something wrong with me?

What's there not to love? Grayson Reid Jansen was literally my ideal man, he had it all. He cooked, he cleaned, and he cared! It's not just that, either, it's the little things, you know? Like, how he remembers small details that you wouldn't expect or, the way his thumb brushes the back of my hand when our fingers lock. Or what about how he doesn't even care when I haven't shaved my legs after a few days and they get kind of prickly. Ooh, and the way his eyes light up when he talks about soccer or his niece. Oh, and he's a softie at heart even with his short fuse. And how every time I told him a story, even if he's heard it a million times, he still listens intently with his chin in the palm of his hand going "mhm", "nuh-uh", "no way," or "tell me more". I especially loved the way his hair curled if it got too long and that one Superman curl that would dangle slightly above his eyebrow if he didn't constantly keep it pushed back. Don't even get me started on the way he'd look at me, reminding me of a young Marlon Brando from the old show 'A Streetcar named Desire'. Ugh, and those piercing blue ocean eyes I'd never fail to get lost in that could just make a girl melt at one glance and that voice! Mmm, that voice just made me weak in the knees—

Holy shit, I'm falling in love.

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Sorry for the short chapter.