Chapter 83 The First Snow & The Kiss
Quinn's POV
Yep, I gave Grayson his second chance after thinking it through. But I still didn't want to tell him. I didn't want Grayson to know because I didn't want him to think he could easily get another chance from me after hurting me.
I don't want Grayson to take me for granted. Dylan and the people around me are right when they say I have to love myself before I can love anyone else. That way, I can appreciate myself and value myself. And when I can do that, I will feel secure with myself. So that love from others is a complement, not something I can't live without.
"Can I get that second chance?"
I avoided Grayson's gaze and pointed to the dark night sky. "Oh, it looks like the fireworks show is about to start."
Grayson, who had been staring at me, was distracted and looked in the direction I was pointing. "I haven't seen it," he commented.
"It hasn't started yet. I mean, it's about to start."
"Ah, I know, you're trying to avoid my question."
I glanced at him cynically.
"Okay, okay, I won't ask for an answer now. But I'll keep asking until I get one. The important thing right now is, have you forgiven me?"
"Hmm," I muttered.
"I didn't hear that."
"Don't lie. Your hearing is much sharper than mine."
Grayson just laughed. He then leaned both arms on the railing, looking straight ahead. "What do I have to do for you to forgive me this time?"
What should I say to prove Grayson's sincerity?
Should I ask him to jump off the bridge? Ah, no, no, that would just make us the center of attention for everyone here.
Or should I ask Grayson to kneel in front of me and hold my hand? Ah, that's not a good idea. That's more like me asking him to propose to me.
Ah, I'm confused. I don't know what to ask of him. Besides, I'm not really mad, I'm just annoyed, and that went away after he explained earlier.
"Quinn, I'm serious this time. I don't want this to become a big deal and I don’t want you to leave again."
I sighed, stood on my tiptoes, and tilted his head so he was looking straight ahead. "I've forgiven you, but if you keep bringing it up, I might change my mind."
Grayson pursed his lips.
Oh crap, he's so cute right now.
Oh no, no, did I just say he was cute? Ugh. He's a 30-year-old man and not cute at all.
I quickly moved my hand away from Grayson's face and leaned on the railing too.
"Are you uncomfortable here?"
"Huh?"
"I'm just asking. If you're uncomfortable, I'll take you somewhere else."
I grabbed his hand as he was about to walk away. "I'm fine here. Besides, you already reserved a table, right? It would be a waste to cancel."
"It's okay. It's no big deal."
I hissed. "You're wasting your money while in other parts of the world people are struggling to earn it."
Grayson rubbed my hands. “You’re right. I shouldn’t be so careless with money.”
I nodded in agreement. At the same time, I saw a snowflake land on Grayson’s nose.
“Oh, that’s cold,” he said. He then rubbed his nose.
I immediately looked up. First snow.
Oh my god, it’s so beautiful. The way the ice crystals fell was truly magical.
I quickly held out my hands to catch them. And as soon as the snow touched my hands, I couldn't help but smile.
This was the first snow I had seen in person after several years of being absent due to my busy part-time job. And it was because of Grayson that this happened.
Oh, I was speechless. Grayson had made things come true that had previously only been my dreams.
I looked at Grayson with tears in my eyes. Meanwhile, he rubbed his hands together and then cupped my hands.
"Aren't you cold?"
I shook my head slowly. I even felt my body heat up with uncontrollable happiness.
"But your hands are cold. I'll warm them up again." He repeated what he had done before, rubbing his hands and then placing them on mine. He did this repeatedly until his hands turned red.
I stopped him by holding his fingers. "Who says you can't win without fulfilling your superstition? The proof is that you played exceptionally well and scored the most points again."
Grayson blinked at first, but then he shook his head quickly. "Because it was replaced by something else, by your presence there. If you hadn't come, I don't know if I could have played well or not."
"That's a lie. You always play well."
"Is that a compliment?"
I shrugged. "It depends on how you interpret it."
"Okay, I'll take that as a compliment," he said cheerfully.
I shook my head. "You're like a big baby."
"But babies can't talk."
I immediately covered my mouth with my hand because otherwise, I might have laughed out loud. I don't know, what Grayson said was funny.
"I hate you, Grayson," I said, trying to hold back my laughter.
"No, you don't, Quinn."
"Why are you so sure I don't?"
"Because if you hated me, you wouldn't be here right now with me."
Oh, he was right. If I hated him, I wouldn't even bother coming to the arena to watch him and his team. If I hated him, I wouldn't bring him flowers either.
Oh, I think I'll take my words back. I don't think I can hide any longer that I'm giving him a second chance.
So, I cupped his face with both hands, then I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the lips. Then I smiled. "You're right, I don't hate you. Maybe I never will."
Grayson's pupils shrank. "Oh fuck. I want to eat you right now."
“Shhhh.” I shook my head and covered Grayson's mouth with my palm. "We have to eat real food first."
"Does that mean after we eat, I can eat you?"
I pursed my lips and held back a smile. "Maybe?"