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[EASTON GAGE LEVY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 420px; background-color: 888888; border: 10px solid #343138; padding: 2 2 2 2px;] I told you you should never follow me But here we are and you're in too deep (grace) (lots) (wearing: click) (fjdkfjasifid) Considering how stubborn they both were it was surprising they had never fought more than they did when they had been dating. Judging from their interactions so far since that unexpected reunion in the alley one would think they must have butted heads twenty four seven. It hadn't really been like that though. Granted they'd fought just like any couple does but it wasn't ever long or drawn out and often ended when one or the other did end up admitting they were being a hard head and that was it. Even her family had been slightly surprised by how little the two got angry at each other. For Easton it was a complete shift in temperament and he could only credit it to the fact that Grace simply brought out the best parts of him. Around her the world was less complicated, less harsh and everything just seemed to make sense. Like being with her was exactly the place he was meant to be. Maybe that's why he'd always hated it when they had fought and especially towards the end when it had come down to something of a screaming match between them. It had ruined that feeling of comfort and belonging and left him wanting to rip something apart in frustration. For those few months they had been together he'd had everything he could have ever wanted and then suddenly it was ripped out from under him with barely a warning. It was like a punch to the gut that feeling, leaving stunned and desperately trying to figure out how you were going to take another breath. His reaction had been defensive and come out much angrier than he'd planned on it being, trying to cover the fact that he'd never felt so desperate or helpless in his entire life. Easton had always regretted that and yet here he was again doing basically the same thing, getting defensive and sharp tongued. After their little spat in the alley he hadn't expected to even see her anywhere near where he lived let alone find her trying to actually help him. This time though he didn't plan on making the same mistake twice. He needed her whether he liked to admit it or not and the very clear knowledge that he didn't have much time left had him reacting differently than five years ago. He didn't want her last memories of him to be ones with them in another screaming match that ended in one or the other walking out. Her most likely seeing as he could barely keep himself upright by the time they had made it back to his house. Perhaps he was still in denial that the poison would affect him so badly by this point but he refused to give in and sit like Grace wanted him to even though it was an inviting thought. It was almost as if his mind was convinced that if he just pushed through it he could stretch his time out longer. Clearly that was not how it was going to work and the realization made his stomach sink. Surprisingly Grace hadn't said anything when he'd walked past the chair she'd pulled out for him but he imagined she wasn't super pleased with his stubbornness. But as soon as he'd faltered she was right there beside him, no smug 'I told you so' look or words just very real concern as she asked him if he was alright a question that was answered by the way he said her name a moment after. He'd always had a high pain tolerance and it took a lot to knock him down but this, this was on an entirely different level than anything he'd ever experienced. It was literally crippling and her support as she slipped her arm around his waist was not a moment too soon. For a moment she hovered over him after getting him out to the couch, her hand cool against the heat of his skin as she felt his forehead cautioning him to not move. Disappearing back into the kitchen for a moment she was back with a glass of water that she proceeded to give to him to drink after easing a pillow beneath his head. Easton managed to take a few swallows of the cold liquid as Grace had hurried back into the kitchen to get the potion started. It was only a few minutes later that the doorbell rang and something akin to relief flooded through his mind. Corrin was here. That meant it wouldn't be long before he'd hopefully be feeling back to normal or at the very least not in so much pain. A couple of times he'd been close to blacking out it was so bad. With her sister taking over finishing up with the potion Grace came back out and knelt down beside him, unexpectedly reaching for his hand and his fingers curled around it automatically. He glanced over to meet her gaze as she told him they were almost ready, not missing the way her voice cracked slightly when she spoke and he was actually surprised to see her eyes were wide and frightened. It probably should have scared him more than it did if she was that afraid about what was happening but all that really went through his head was wanting to make that look in her eyes go away. It reminded him of when she was in the hospital, when things got bad, and had given him that exact same look. He would have done anything to erase it then and now as well. "Been better..." He muttered, gritting his teeth a bit in an effort to keep the pain out of his voice. His grasp on her hand tightened a bit, his gaze shifting as Corrin came in then, a vial of bright blue liquid in her hands. Taking it when she held it towards him, he gave it one last cursory look before throwing it back like a shot, grimacing a bit at the slightly unpleasant taste. This was it. Do or die. The spell wasn't an overly long one to recite and as soon as she had finished saying the last word everyone grew suddenly quiet, waiting. Nothing. A few more seconds. Still nothing. No feeling of magic or even a hint of the pain going away. If anything it got worse. The sinking feeling in his stomach from earlier doubled, a certain amount of dread in his voice as he shook his head slightly. "Gonna guess it should be working by now..." Bet you wish you'd never met me template created by brooke!

[GRACE ADELAIDE MCNEELY]

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Grace was completely unaware of the fact that Easton’s life was actually important to her. She didn’t know that she was helping save him because she not only wanted to repay him for saving her, but also because he actually mattered to her. She had blamed him for turning her into a vampire while she also completely ignored the fact that he had also saved her. Grace had decided that she would rather hate him for going against what she wanted than think objectively and consider what he was going through. But in the back of her mind she knew what Easton was going through in a tiny way and she knew that she would save him even if he didn’t want her to. She had a better understanding of what he was suffering though and she knew that if she lost him she’d blame herself.

As she knelt next to him with his hand in hers, she tried to pretend that everything was okay. She hated looking at him with pale skin and dark circles under his eyes. She wanted to see him as he used to be, full of life with a smile plastered on his face. She wanted his hands to feel warm and not cold as if there was no life in them. Clutching his hand now, she had noticed that. It felt like she was holding onto his hand, which felt like it would after it had been held under ice-cold water for a few minutes. She wished she could do something to make him feel better while Corrin finished up the potion, but she had no idea what to do. So instead of doing anything else, she just tightened her hand around his.

Despite everything, he made her smile. She couldn’t help it though because even though he was in unbearable pain he still seemed to have this sense of sass to him that she always found funny in times like this. Her eyebrows furrowed and she leaned into him slightly. When Corrin came in, she pulled back though. Corrin said the spell once Easton had drank the potion and Grace impatiently waited for it to work. As Easton looked from Grace to Corrin, she felt something inside of her. it felt as if a spark had ignited in her. She felt her fingers tingling and her breath caught in her throat.

She didn’t know what the feeling was, but she had never felt this way before. She looked down at her hands and took a deep breath. “Try it again,” she said. This time Corrin said it with more force and power and touched Easton’s arm while she said it. Sometimes spells had to work by touching whoever had drank the potion. But still nothing happened. Grace’s stomach dropped. Her eyes were shining with tears that she refused to let fall. Grace released Easton’s hand and took the book from her so she could read over what it said to do. They had done everything right though and the spell was supposed to work.

She couldn’t hold it in anymore. Grace completely broke down. He was going to die because of her. Easton was going to be killed by some witch and because of her weakness as a witch she was going to be unable to save him as he had saved her. Grace felt this overpowering urge to scream, but held it in. She put her head on Easton’s chest and felt her sister watching her. Corrin most likely didn’t understand why she even wanted to help Easton in the first place. She wanted to tell Corrin that she felt responsible and if she didn’t help him she’d have this huge weight on her shoulders pressing at her because she couldn’t do what she was supposed to all because she had no magic in her blood.

As if Corrin had read her mind, she started repeating the spell. It was like she could sense her sister’s emotions. Grace clutched onto her sister's hand and began repeating the words with her over and over. The tingling feeling in her fingers reoccurred and her breath caught a little again. Still she kept repeating the spell, clutching onto Easton for dear life—his life. Grace’s fingers sparked, making her jump up in surprise. The room fell silent and Grace stared at her hands. Corrin inched closer to her sister and said the obvious. “Grace, your hands just shot out sparks…” Unable to say anything, she just nodded in amazement. ”You know what that means?” When Grace shook her head, she explained. ”You’ve got magic in you, Gracie. The spell will work if you put your magic into it. I think that’s why it wouldn’t work before. You need more than one person,” Corrin reached out for Grace’s hand.

Because she had never really been able to do any sort of magic, this made her a little scared. But she knew she had no other choice. Grace sat up straight and took hold of Easton’s hand again while, lacing her fingers with his. Corrin held onto his arm. They both started chanting the spell, each time with more force and passion. Their fingers sparked light blue on Easton’s skin as if the magic was touching him, curing him. Grace thought of everything in her past, getting her emotions into it, making it stronger. She felt overwhelmed, but didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop. She thought about living in a world without Easton and could no longer imagine it. Her hands shot out more sparks at that. So Grace thought about how much love she had once had for him and how happy they were together. More sparks. Grace thought about how tender he was with her and how understanding he was when she was at her sickest. She thought about his sweet kisses and how he held her tight telling her everything would be okay. And with every happy memory, more magic went through her fingers.

Until finally she couldn’t take it anymore. Her words caught in her throat and her world started spinning under her. She took a steadying breath and looked down at Easton. Was it just her or did his hand feel warmer?

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[EASTON GAGE LEVY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 420px; background-color: 888888; border: 10px solid #343138; padding: 2 2 2 2px;] I told you you should never follow me But here we are and you're in too deep (grace) (lots) (wearing: click) (fjdkfjasifid) Deep down Easton wasn't shocked that the spell hadn't worked. Had he hoped it would? Hell yes. Hearing Grace say she had found it back in the book store had definitely sparked some sort of hope in him that maybe his fate could be changed. Lying here now though it was very rapidly sinking in that nothing was happening and nothing would happen. He should have known better than to even think there was a cure out there. The witch who had poisoned him had wanted him dead after all and any witch worth her salt surely wouldn't have used something that could be so easily cured. This was it. He was dying and there was absolutely nothing any of them would be able to do to stop it from happening. It was a strange feeling, resigination. He had never been the type of person who gave up on something no matter what the odds and a part of him almost wanted to grab himself by the shoulders and shake himself for giving up at all. He was tired though. Weary to the bone tired and honestly he wasn't even sure he had any fight left in him no matter if he'd wanted to keep holding on or not. Was this what Grace had felt like five years ago? Just wanting the struggle to be over with and done? It certainly had him seeing things in a new light or rather from a different perspective than simply his own of desperately wanting to keep her alive. Having her there somehow made it easier as well. He doubted even she knew it but one of the things he'd feared most was someday being left to die alone. Until he'd met her there had really been no other constant person in his life that he could honestly say would even care if he was here on this planet or not. It was one of the many reasons he'd refused to leave her side while she was in the hospital. He hadn't wanted her to ever feel alone. So the fact that she was there next to him was more comforting than she probably would ever know. Corrin's expression held a slightly knowing look as they continued to wait but he could see Grace brimming with impatience and slight confusion, clearly wondering why nothing was happening. To him it was clear enough but she obviously wasn't ready to take that for an answer, pulling in a deep breath before asking her sister to try again. "Grace..." He started, shaking his head but she made Corrin continue, lips set in a determined manner. This time the younger girl took hold of his arm as well in the hopes of possibly kick starting the potion in that way but the result was the same as before. Nothing. The edges of his vision were starting to blur slightly at this point but it didn't stop him from noticing the sudden sheen of tears pooling in her eyes as she refused stop trying. Taking the book from her sister she frantically scanned the pages, searching for something, anything they might have missed. Nothing had been missed though and the carefully held back tears suddenly started falling. Watching as she started to sob absolutely broke his heart. Seeing her cry always had and he would have done anything to make those tears stop. He could feel her entire body shaking as she put her head down on his chest and he reached to brush his fingers down her cheek, wiping a few of the tears away with his thumb. "You tried, baby..." He whispered, the endearment slipping automatically off his tongue. "That was more... than I deserved...from you," He was struggling to keep his eyes open now, not ready to let go yet but losing that battle with each passing second until his hand dropped limply to his side as everything finally went dark. Easton couldn't even really describe what it felt like, dying. Or at least that's what he assumed was happening. It felt almost like he was falling yet never really getting any closer to hitting the bottom of anything. Just dropping through a never ending abyss. It was almost comforting though, a slow floating sensation that almost lulled you into a sense of nothingness. Or would have if it hadn't been for the sudden stabs of pain that shot through that feeling. The last blows of the poison finishing its job. It was different though than the pain he'd felt earlier, burning but in a good way if that could even be possible. The same sort of pain that he felt when his body was healing itself. It kept growing more intense, spreading through his entire consciousness until he wasn't sure he could stand it any longer until his eyes suddenly flew open and he jolted halfway upright with a sharp intake of breath. The warmth of a hand gripping tightly onto his own followed immediately after and he curled his fingers around it automatically. Grace. His gaze jerked to the side and he was met with the sight of her there beside him an almost dazed and exhausted expression on her face. For the first time in five years he felt it again, that oh so familiar fear that had always come after she'd attempted using her magic and been left weak and drained of energy. A part of him knew full well that things were different now and that she could do it without hurting herself now but it still didn't stop him from reaching out with his other hand to brush back the hair from her face before cupping the side of her face in his palm. "Grace, did you...?" His eyes were searching hers with a mixture of worry and disbelief, the question encompassing everything from if she was alright to whether or not what he thought had just happened had actually happened. Bet you wish you'd never met me template created by brooke!

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There was a part of Grace that was stubborn and reluctant and right now that side of her was overpowering that worrisome frantic girl who couldn’t stand the sight of Easton in such intense pain that he could barely speak without gasping for breath. Grace would not let him die as long as there was even a chance of him pulling through. Grace knew that it was such a small chance that it was possible that it was almost completely unlikely, but there was still that possibility and that was all she needed. Grace could see defeat in Easton’s eyes, but it didn’t falter her hopes or her strong belief that Corrin and she would somehow be able to cure him of this awful disease. He had once been her savior even when she hadn’t wanted it, and she was going to be his savior now whether he believed she could be or not.

When Easton said her name after she told Corrin to try again made her look to him. He gave her those big sorry-looking eyes as if he wanted to tell her that it was no use, but Grace was too far beyond the point of no return to take that into consideration. Still though it didn’t work. Grace began to worry and felt sick to her stomach. Her eyes were shining with tears she refused to let fall until she finally couldn’t take it anymore. She finally started to full on cry in front of her sister and Easton, not caring whether or not she seemed foolish. She just wanted him to be the way he was before all of this. She wanted him to be strong again, to be the one holding her when she was sick instead of the other way around. She’d give anything to take his pain and make him better. His fingers wiped away her tears and she took a steadying breath as she clutched onto his shirt. “Please don’t go,” she whispered. She opened her eyes as his hand fell away from her and she took it in her own, bringing it to her lips.

Corrin was still repeating the spell and as Grace began to chant it with her everything changed. Grace had somehow harnessed her magic into this spell and actually started to help cure him. She was completely shocked, but not so much so that she didn’t continue with the spell. Every word was said more vividly and passionately until finally she grew dizzy and felt weak. Her mind was foggy and everything was blurred. Black spots began to pop up and her lips felt cold. The only warmness she felt was Easton’s hand clutching hers until his hand came up to her face. She saw his lips move, but only heard a mumbling. Her eyebrows shot together and finally she couldn’t take it anymore. All of her strength had gone into saving him. She didn’t have anything left to keep from passing out.

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Grace woke up with a splitting headache. Her limbs felt like they each weighed a thousand pounds and it took all her strength to sit up straight. She looked around and saw that she was in an unfamiliar room. She gathered that this was Easton’s room from the clothes falling out of a hamper and his leather jacket hanging over the back of a chair in the corner. Instead of lying back down and falling asleep, which is exactly what she wanted to do, she threw the covers off of her and reluctantly rolled out of bed. She was in the same clothes, but her shoes were off. Grace started walking to the door but she decided that a trip to the bathroom would be good.

It was off to her left, so she turned and walked in. She didn’t have to go to the bathroom, but she wanted to know how terrible she looked after using her magic to help Easton—holy crap she had helped him. The thought roared in her mind and she almost didn’t see how haggard she looked in the mirror above his sink. But her pale skin and red eyes made her almost forget about that. Grace hated the result of her using magic. She had dark shadows under her eyes and her lips were almost white. This was what she looked like on a daily basis when she had been sick before changed into a vampire. Grace secretly thanked Easton for changing her because she now usually looked quite nice. Her skin was still pale, but her lips had color to them now. But looking at her reflection she couldn’t help but want to cringe and desperately wished she had some makeup to cover up.

Unluckily though they weren’t at her apartment and all Easton had was shaving cream, a razor, some deodorant, and toothpaste. She sighed and pinched her cheeks to get some color into them before walking out of the bathroom and his bedroom and searched for Easton. “Easton?” she called out. She walked into his living room and stopped when she saw his couch where it had all happened. “Corrin?” she tried. She doubted her sister was still there, but she had to wonder. Grace didn’t even know how long she had been out.

Finally she saw him in the kitchen with his back to her. She almost ran to him, but she was so drained that she knew that was impossible. So she walked over to him and said nothing. Instead she just wrapped her arms around him and held on for dear life.

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[EASTON GAGE LEVY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 420px; background-color: 888888; border: 10px solid #343138; padding: 2 2 2 2px;] I told you you should never follow me But here we are and you're in too deep (grace) (lots) (wearing: click) (fjdkfjasifid) Maybe it was the magic still coursing through him or simply an adrenaline rush from coming back from near death if that was possible. Easton really didn't know but whatever the reason it was almost like all of his senses were magnified a hundred times over. And they were all concentrated on Grace. The sound of her labored breathing, the dark circles beneath her eyes, the dazed look covering her expression. For a moment it was almost like he was back in the hospital, sitting there by her bed and seeing her get worse every single day. And it scared him. Scared wasn't even strong enough for the feeling that ran over him in that moment. Terrified more like. Helpless. Just like he'd been five years ago. His automatic reaction was to touch her, needing to feel her skin against his and feeling that relief when it was warm, not cold like back in the hospital. Still her skin was pale and there was a glazed look in her eyes, like she was staring right through him without hearing a word. And a second later she was going limp against his arm and he reacted instinctively, shifting his hand from her face down to her side and kept her from hitting the floor. "Grace!" There was no disguising the panic in his voice now, feeling like he was reliving some sort of bad dream. Corrin was right there the next moment, reaching out to support her sister's body now. "It's alright, she's just drained from using magic. It was a strong spell and her body isn't used to the effects like mine is," Slightly reassured with the explanation, Easton took a steadying breath and sat up completely on the couch, his head spinning slightly at the motion but clearing up quickly enough. Corrin glanced up at him, eying him carefully. "Do you think you can help me get her to the bedroom?" Nodding slightly he knelt down and gently slipped his arms underneath Grace's body, scooping her up easily from Corrin's hold. She was hardly a burden but Easton was suddenly glad that his bedroom was just across the living room because that burst of energy he'd had a moment ago was suddenly starting to fade away. Corrin hurried ahead of him and pulled down the comforter, stepping aside as he laid her down softly on the mattress. If Corrin hadn't been there and he thought Grace would have been ok with it he probably would have joined her on the bed. Instead he simply reached down to brush some of her hair away from her face, letting his fingers linger against her skin for a moment. "How long do you think it'll be before she wakes up?" Why he was asking Corrin this he didn't know because she probably had no idea but a part of him just couldn't stop worrying over her and whether or not she would be ok. Shrugging a bit Corrin tilted her head slightly to the side. "Honestly there's no telling how long it'll be but don't worry, she'll wake up when her body is ready for her to wake up," Sighing slightly, Easton bit his bottom lip absently knowing that standing there waiting wasn't going to make it happen any faster. Turning he took a step away from the bed only to have his knee buckle and he stumbled slightly but that was all thanks to Corrin moving in beside him and supporting some of his weight. "I'd say Grace isn't the only one who needs to rest for a while either," She cautioned him wryly with a raise of her eyebrow. "Yeah, yeah just help me back to the couch," He returned, falling quite easily back into the wry banter they used to engage in back when he'd first been dating Grace. It had taken Corrin longer to warm up to him than it had Daisy but once she did they developed a good relationship even if it was most often displayed in the form of sarcasm. He collapsed rather gratefully on the sofa once they made it back out to the living room. "Thanks, Corrin. For everything," He'd most definitely not be here any longer if she hadn't agreed to come help Grace with the spell. "You gave me my sister back so I guess we're even now," She wasn't one to get mushy thankfully. A beeping sound came from her pocket and she pulled out her phone, a slight frown and sigh blowing from her lips after reading the text message. "And it would seem my other sister wants my help now," Glancing down at Easton she added briefly, "You good if I go?" A slightly amused smile parted his lips and he nodded, "Yeah, we'll be fine," The thought of having Grace to himself for a bit once she woke up wasn't so bad to be honest. Hopefully without the all the yelling and snark from the last couple of times they'd been together. The last thing Easton remembered hearing was the sound of the front door shutting as Corrin left. When he did wake up again it felt like it had been an eternity but a quick glance at the clock on the wall showed it had only been a few hours. Apparently that was all his body had needed to get his strength back fully because the dizziness was gone and he could walk now without feeling like he could collapse at any given second. Automatically he headed for his bedroom, pausing in the doorway and seeing Grace still there in the bed. The gentle motion of her chest rising and falling was all he needed to see before he quietly turned around and headed out towards the kitchen. The lingering mess from when Corrin and Grace had made the potion brought the events of the past few hours back fresh in his mind and he paused in the arch of the doorway for a moment. He was still here, living, breathing and all because of her. He'd been ready to give up and face his fate but she just hadn't let go. Figuring he needed something to keep himself busy until Grace woke up he started cleaning things up, washing bowls and wiping down the counters. He had just come to the tipped over glass that never had been filled with water from earlier when all of sudden the feeling of someone's arms wrapping around his waist from behind caught him by surprise. He knew those arms though. Had felt them wrapped around him a million times before. And Lord he had missed that feeling. It was so easy to just relax into the embrace for a moment before finally shifting and turning around to face her, happy to stay caught between the counter and her body. A worried expression crossed his face though at the sight of her still haggard features, eyes red and tired looking though her skin had gained a little bit of color back. "How are you feeling? You had me really scared there for a minute," Reaching out he tucked a few stray strands of hair back behind her ear, suddenly feeling the need to simply have some sort of contact with her, almost like he needed to remind himself she was ok. Bet you wish you'd never met me template created by brooke!

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Her heart hammered in her chest. It had been so long since she had felt like this. Really she was unsure of everything she was actually experiencing but knew for sure of one thing: that she felt safe now that both she and Easton were safe. Her bones felt weak and her mind fuzzy, but she could feel Easton’s strong heartbeat underneath her fingertips as they rested on him and that made everything okay again. Being around him made her feel better. It always had when she had been in her dying days, when she had been so sick that she could barely move without feeling like she was unraveling. Easton made Grace have a sense of hope that one day everything would be better. At the time she had thought death was going to be her something better, but it had actually been something she unexpected and at first loathed. But he had given her life once again and now they were even.

But Grace thought not of the night that he had saved her, but rather the few hours prior. It was kind of blurred and hazy towards the end, but she could clearly remember Easton grabbing a hold of her with worried eyes as he yelled her name stricken with panic. The next thing she could remember everything had gone black and she had woken up in Easton’s bed feeling drained and, oddly enough, hungry. But she hadn’t even registered that because she had wanted to find him. She wanted to hold him, to be able to feel his warmness under her hands. To know that she did that.

It had felt like a long time that she had her arms wrapped around him even though it was only a few seconds. He turned her towards him and she leaned into the counter, immediately putting her hands on his hips as if time hadn’t gone by and they were back to being the way they were, like nothing bad had ever happened between them. But then she thought: if nothing had ever happened to us, would we be who we are today, would we be here at all? She couldn’t answer the question, but pondered on it in silence as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She smiled lightly and leaned into his hand. “Sorry,” she replied. Her voice cracked slightly and she cleared her throat a little before looking up at him and whispering, “You scared me too. Longer than a minute though.” Her eyes were wide as she looked at him.

The sensation of having the urge overcame her so suddenly that it almost knocked the breath out of her. Before she decided to do anything rash she thought about what she was thinking of doing. If she kissed him she was going to be roped back into something with him. It could be a relationship, friendship, possible mistake; she didn’t know what to do. What if she was just getting old feelings for him and none of this was real? She could be setting herself up for an even bigger heartbreak than she had gotten before and she didn’t know if she was really ready for that to happen. Even though it had been five years and she had done everything in her power to stop herself from ever being hurt again, she also knew that there was no such thing as not being hurt unless you lived a completely solitary life. Grace had never been one to live on her own. She had grown up with her family, then had Easton for a while, then when she moved out had roommates. Grace didn’t know how to live alone. She also didn’t know how to live without the man standing in front of her. In the past five years she had always felt this gaping hole in her heart, but had denied its existence so persistently that she forgot it was there until just now.

The second she realized what she felt she gasped, her breath completely taken out of her. In the next instant her hand was behind his head pulling towards her. Her lips smashed hard against his, filled with so much passion and need that she could barely breathe. She put her arms around him as if to mold her body to his completely and kissed him with such urgency that it was quite graceless and unlike her. Finally she pulled back and took a deep breath, trying to see what he was thinking. “Sorry,” she found herself saying. She licked her lips to get one last taste of him and pulled her hands back to her side where they trembled slightly.

Grace was never one to do things without thinking about outcomes. She had thought about what could come of things, but never really thought about what he felt. If Easton no longer had feelings for her then that kiss could possibly have been the most embarrassing moment in her life. She had completely just thrown herself at him and now wished she could go crawl back into bed and pretend this never happened. She couldn’t even look at him in the eyes right now so she decided to glance around his kitchen until he finally said something, biting her lip all the while.

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