JAMES
Back at my house, I toss my keys into the glass bowl on the table in the long hallway. “You have a great family,” I say to Grace, who’s making her way through to the kitchen. I overtake her and fill a glass with water at the sink. “Although I’m still not sure your mother likes me very much.”
Grace's body presses flush against my back, her chin resting on my shoulder. “She’s just making sure you’re good enough for her baby.” I can hear the smile in her voice.
Resting my head against hers, I close my eyes, the warmth of her skin travelling through my body. “And am I?” I whisper. “Am I good enough for you?”
You know you’re not.
“How many times do I have to tell you? I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”
She sounds almost frustrated and, honestly, I can’t blame him. I’m not only f**
