GRACE
Dusk closes in when we reach the car park. My car is closest, and I lean against the driver door, missing James already even though he’s standing right in front of me.
“I’ve had a really great day,” he says, cupping my cheek in his palm. I nestle into his gentle touch and my insides feel like they’re melting. “Thank you, Grace.”
The use of my full name makes me smile. He’s the only person who’s alway calling me that. I’ve been Gracie, to everyone since the day I was born. “You know, I think you’ve earned the right to call me Gracie.”
His brilliant smile lightens his whole face. “I’m good with Grace. I like the way it feels on my lips.”
Oh dear God. He really isn’t helping my struggle with the s*x ban.
“Will I ever understand you, James?” s**t! Where the hell did that come fro
