I continued to flip through channels on the large flat screen in the living room. Thank God this place had satellite. Too bad there wasn't anything good on right now. Since Grant's been here, we've gone hiking a few times, we ran together, and even roasted marshmallows around a fire. That was my favorite. Even though he would steal kisses when we went hiking—grabbing me by the hand as I walked ahead of him, or pushing me up against a tree to kiss me deep—having him feed me roasted marshmallows with that heated look in his eyes takes the cake. That was probably one of the most romantic things we've ever done. 

"Just put on ESPN."

"No," I said for the twentieth time. I glanced at Grant with an annoyed expression. "I want to watch a movie."

"Well, hurry up. You've been looking for almost an hour. Put on Netflix."

"I don't have Netflix."

"WHAT? Who doesn't—give me the damn remote."

I handed Grant the remote and waited while he signed into his account. It's been eight days since Grant first showed up at the cabin. After that night things settled into a nice routine. We slept beside each other every night—Grant on the left side, me on the right. Showers together. Morning routines. He made breakfast every morning.
We've never spent this much time together before, and I was loving it. Loving...him.

When those three words slipped between my lips after we had sex, I was so scared that he heard me. Even though he never brought it up, I knew that he didn't do well with the heavy emotional stuff. It took a lot for him to ask me to fuck him. I was so shocked at first...I didn't think he was serious.

That night was incredible. Grant and I have only been with each other when it came to men, and I felt so lucky that I was with him that way. And it wasn't the only time. Over the eight days he's been here, we've been having a lot of sex. We did it in this very living room. In the shower. The bedroom. Pretty much every possible place. And twice more he asked me to make love to him. He actually used those words: make love.

I glanced over at him again. He was sitting at the end of the couch, eyes on the TV as he scrolled through the movie titles on Netflix. I was stretched out on the same couch, with my feet resting on his lap. He had his free hand curled around the bottom of my legs; occasionally stroking my skin with his thumb.

As I sat here and watched him I couldn't help but think...Who was this man, and what happened to Grant Matthews? I never thought being with Grant like this was a possibility. I never thought we would be so fucking good together.

Now I was just worried whether or not this was going to last once we left our cabin bubble. Grant asked me the other day if I had reached out to my family. That was the first time I've ever lied to him. I just couldn't deal with that right now. Thankfully, since we didn't have cell reception, I didn't have to worry about them calling us. I knew Grant had a satellite phone, but I didn't think they knew how to reach him on that. God, I hoped not.

I knew I had to face my problems eventually, but eventually wasn't tonight. Tonight, I wanted to relax with the man I was head-over-heels in love with. Yeah, there was no trying to sugarcoat how I felt. Not anymore. Even though I didn't tell him outright, I had a feeling he knew. Whenever I got a little too close to him after sex—lingering kisses and caresses—he tensed up.  

"How about an oldie?" Grant asked with a smirk. 

"What are you thinking?" When it came to movies, Grant and I had similar tastes. We both favored action first and comedy second. We only differed when it came to foreign movies. Grant loved foreign movies. I didn't. But in his defense, I loved old movies. You know the ones. Casablanca. Trading Places. It's a Wonderful Life. Grant was not a fan. So, I was curious when he offered and oldie. 

He turned to me with a smile. "How about Back to the Future?"

I perked up instantly. "Yes! We should watch all three. Are they on there?" 

"They are." He ran his hand over my leg. "But if we watch all three, then it's going to delay other...activities." 

His voice was low and I couldn't help but smile at him. I knew what he was referring to. "We couldn't have that, now could we? How about we watch the first two then?"

"Sounds good to me." 

He pressed play on the remote and tapped my legs. "I'm going to get some popcorn and a beer. Want one?" 

I moved my legs so Grant could get up. "Yeah. Grab some Snow Caps, too." 

He took two steps and turned to me an arched brow. "When the hell did you get Snow Caps?"

"When I first came up here. I stopped at the store and got some candy and other stuff." By other stuff, I meant liquor and he knew it. Thankfully, he didn't comment on it. Ever since he got here, I cut my liquor consumption down. By a lot. We had the occasional beer or wine with dinner; but I wasn't getting flat-out wasted like before. 

Grant shook his head and walked to the kitchen. "Only you, Logan." 

I kept my eyes on the TV as the movie started. The smell of butter popcorn filled the cabin and my stomach growled with hunger. That's when it dawned on me that we haven't had dinner yet. Maybe we should put a pizza in the oven or something. 

Grant returned with two beers, a bowl of popcorn, and my box of SnowCaps. "Lift your feet." 

I moved my feet again so he could sit down. Once he was situated, he patted his legs, signaling for me to stretch mine back out. Once we were both comfortable, Grant took a swig of his beer and kept his eyes on the screen as he funneled handfuls of popcorn into his mouth. I watched him closely for a few minutes. They way he looked right now...I had never seen him so relaxed. Or happy. 

When the movie ended, Grant grabbed the remote. "Ready for the second one?"

I swung my legs off of his lap and got up from the couch. I stretched before turning towards him. "Yeah, but I want to smoke first." I held out my hand. "Coming?" 

The corner of his mouth lifted. He put his hand in mine and I helped him up. "Yeah. I'll meet you out there. I'm going to use the bathroom real quick."

I reached for the waistband of his jeans and tugged him towards me. I cupped the back of his neck, brushing my lips against his. "Better hurry back. I don't like to be kept waiting."

I turned to leave and he caught my hand. He stepped into my body and took possession of my lips in a fierce kiss. I moaned into his mouth. Fire coursed through my body and went straight to my dick. I was always hungry for him. I would never get enough of Grant. 

"I'll hurry back. But I'm going to get you back for that little comment later." 

The way he ran his gaze over my body made me shiver. His eyes contained forbidden promises of things that were going to happen later. I couldn't fucking wait. I threw Grant a wink before I grabbed my cigarettes off the counter and walked out onto the porch. 

I sat in the rocking chair—yes, that rocking chair—and leaned back. Damn. So much has changed these past eight days. At least, it felt that way. All that family shit aside, I was here with Grant. He kept his promise. Yeah, there was still the whole Vanessa thing, but I believed him when he said he was going to end it. I believed him when he said he wanted to be with me.

I glanced to the door a few times. Grant said he would be right out. I threw my cigarette out and walked back inside the cabin. What the hell was taking him so long? I started heading to our bedroom to bitch at him when I heard him talking on the SAT-phone.

"What do you mean they haven't heard from him? He told me he called them. Fuck. Well, he fucking lied to me then." Heavy sigh from Grant. "No, he's outside. He can't hear me. Yeah. I know, Amelia."

Amelia? Why is he talking to Amelia? About me? I felt my anger staring to rise but I couldn't help but listen as he talked to her. I just wished I knew what she was saying.

"Tell his mom he's...I don't fucking know. Wyatt should be able to think of something. Tell her he'll call her today. Yeah, I'll make sure of it. Okay. Yeah, thanks. You too."

Grant hung up the phone, threw it on the bed, and ran his hands over his face. I couldn't wait any longer. I pushed my way into the room. He turned when he heard me, eyes wide with surprise and panic.

He knew I heard him.