Finding You
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Meagan covered her eyes and looked away. “Jesus, dude put a T-shirt on. No one wants to look at your baby smooth skin. Ugh.”
Grayson leaned over and smiled at Meagan. “You’re just jealous my skin is smoother than yours.”
Meagan dropped her hands and looked at Grayson. “Puh-lease. Go practice your dance moves, you damn gigolo.”
Shaking my head, I reached back for my book and asked, “Seriously though, Gray, do you shave every day?”
Grayson grabbed a bottle of water and leaned against the counter. “Why look at this. Y’all are jealous of my silky smooth skin.”
Rolling my eyes, I said, “Please. You’ve had more skanks up on you than I care to know about. I’ll take my healthy clean skin over yours any day.”
Letting out a roar of laughter, Grayson sat next to Meagan as she moved away a little bit from him.
“I don’t have cooties, Meg,” Grayson said with a smile that surely would melt the panties off of any willing girl.
Raising my eyebrow, I asked, “You sure about that, Gray? When was the last time you got your little boy parts checked?”
Grayson’s eyes widened as his mouth fell open. “Little? Did you really just call my sergeant little?”
Meagan choked on her orange juice as I jumped up and hit her back as I died laughing.
As Meagan tried to control her cough, I looked at Grayson and shook my head. “Did you really name your dick, Gray?”
Pulling his head back like he was in shock I’d even questioned him, he nodded his head. “Fuck yeah, I did. Noah has a name for his too.”
Standing up, I said, “What? How do you know?”
Shrugging, Grayson smiled as the bottle of water hit the edge of his lips. “He told me.”
“What, do guys just sit around and talk about naming their dicks? Does this make you feel powerful?” I asked as I looked back at Meagan who was still trying to recover from the name of Grayson’s dick.
“No different than women sitting around talking.”
Pinching my eyebrows together, I said, “We don’t name our vajayjay’s, Gray.”
“If I named mine, it would be Wonder Woman,” Meagan said as Grayson and I both looked at her with stunned expressions.
Swallowing hard, Grayson asked, “Why?”
Meagan stood up and said, “Because she wonders why she can’t find a dick who knows what in the hell it’s doing.”
Grayson stood up and took a few steps closer to Meagan, causing her to take a step back and hit the counter.
“Seems like she hasn’t met the right dick for the job.”
Smiling, I waited with bated breath for Meagan’s reply. “Oh trust me, stripper boy. She’s met plenty of dicks. Lots of dicks, to be exact. For now she’s sticking with cucumbers.”
Grayson stared at Meagan with a look of disbelief as I let out a chuckle. “I’m going to check on Noah. You two behave.”
Grayson took in a deep breath through his nose as he leaned closer to Meagan. “Headed to the shower. Would you like the sergeant to show Wonder Woman how it’s done?”
Meagan let out a nervous laugh, “Please. That dick will never see my Wonder Woman. Ever.”
Grayson leaned in and whispered against Meagan’s ear as he pushed away and walked past me.
I couldn’t help but notice Meagan’s chest heaving up and down. Before I turned away, I gave Meagan a wink. “You just woke up a sleeping beast.”
Licking her lips and running her hand across the side of her neck, Meagan barely said, “I know.”
Grace
Walking into Noah’s room, I stopped and stared at him. He was sitting on the window seat staring straight out the window. I knew this was going to be a tough road. I’d read up on the withdrawals that Noah would most likely go through. Panic attacks, body tremors, hallucinations, confusion, throwing up, mood swings . . . the list went on. Since Noah had been taking three different pills. Each one had their own set of withdrawal demons.
Putting on a smile the best I could, I cleared my throat and said, “Hey. How’s it going?”
Noah didn’t look at me as he focused on something outside.
“Sounds like you’re having fun with Gray.”
Making my way over toward him, I let out a small laugh. “Nah, Meg was just giving him a hard time.”
Turning to me, Noah glared at me as sweat poured down his face. Sucking in a breath, I quickly made my way over to him.
“Oh my God. Noah, are you running a fever?” Going to touch his forehead, he jerked away.