Grayson’s gaze lingered on me longer than it did on Maddox. He was still right by the door, yet my robe, damp hair, and glowy skin after I was freshly fucked seemed to grab his attention the most.
He poked his inner cheek and I internally scoffed. He only ever did that when he was extremely furious or felt betrayed.
I still remembered his warning for me to stay away from Maddox, but I couldn’t. He was so good at making me forget all the pain in my heart.
The nerve of Grayson to show up at my house after being away with Tiffany for two weeks and act like I wasn’t supposed to enjoy myself.
I expected a rush of shame or something, but I was perfectly calm. It didn’t matter how he looked at me.
I was about to be the ice breaker as the silence went on for too long, but Maddox beat me to it.
“Well, look who it is, the one half of the newlyweds. Where’s Tiffany?”
“I left her home,” he said, walking past Maddox with his eyes still on me. “I thought you weren’t back in town.”
“I arrived a few hours ago. I didn’t even head home yet. I thought I’d come straight here and surprise Harper.”
Grayson looked at the lower half of my exposed thighs as he said, “She doesn’t like surprises.”
Maddox chuckled from behind him. “Oh, she definitely loved mine.”
His suggestive stone made Grayson smack his lips, his face turning red so quickly like he was about to break something.
Even when he came so close to me, I didn’t feel the need to explain myself to him, so I smiled a little.
“I’m glad you’re back. How was the honeymoon?”
“Can we talk? In private?” he asked.
I looked past his shoulder and Maddox leaned against the doorframe, still facing the front yard and listening to Grayson and I in silence.
“Sure”
I led the way to the kitchen so Grayson and I could be alone, glancing over my shoulder just once.
“Coffe, juice or water?” I offered, my expression neutral and voice cold as ice.
“I’m fine.”
The grumpiness in his voice gave it away that he was lying, but that still didn’t make me feel any different.
“I guess I’ll just make a cup of coffee for myself,” I said. “Maddox might want one, too.”
He leaned against the kitchen counter, watching me in silence for a few minutes as I moved around the kitchen with practiced ease, pouring hot coffee into two mugs like it was another casual morning.
“I have to admit that I was wrong about Greece,” I said. “It’s way more beautiful than I thought. The pictures you sent me were proof of that.”
I turned to face him quickly and he nodded, his voice softer than I expected.
“Yes, it was absolutely beautiful.”
I stirred my own cup with a spoon, letting the silence drag on a little before I added, “Of all the pictures you sent me, I liked the one you and Tiffany took in front of the ocean.”
My voice went quieter towards the end and those words tasted bitter on my tongue, but I smiled anyway and took a sip from my mug.
“I was laughing about it earlier today that you sent me so many pictures,” I said.
“You didn’t have to look at them.” His tone was less friendly.
I already knew why, so I just shrugged, lifting the mug to my lips again.
“How could I not look at them when you sent them to me? I appreciate your effort to keep me up to date with all the places you and Tiffany had been to, at least most of them. Does she know you’re here?”
“I don’t have to explain myself to her every time I’m coming to see you. I called and texted you so many times to let you know that I was on my way back but I didn’t hear from you.”
My mind wandered off a little, thinking about how my phone rang right when Maddox’s cock was deep inside of me.
“I was..busy.”
“And you didn’t bother to still check your phone later on? Had you known that I was on the way, you would have warned me about Maddox being here and I wouldn’t have come.”
I tightened the grip on the mug. Had I found out earlier that he was on his way to my place, I still wouldn’t have told him that Maddox was with me.
“You two just can’t stay away from each other, huh?” He shook his head lightly. “Don’t tell me you’re falling for him.”
I scoffed. “We were just blowing off some steam. Anyway, what did you want to talk about?”
He shook his head with disapproval. “You’re so different.”
He scoffed. “That, right there, is exactly what I’m talking about. I prefer the old Harp.”
He took it from me and sipped it quickly, his gaze lingering on my collarbone like he wanted to trail kisses on it again. I didn’t even realize Grayson was watching us until he cleared his throat from behind me.
“You’re unbelievable.” I playfully rolled my eyes. “I told you that’ll depend on the plans I have with my friends.”
“This really isn’t you,” he said. “Openly flirting with the guy you’ve always known was a playboy?”
“Can we not do this again?” My forehead creased.
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