CHAPTER Twenty-Eight

　　Ryland

　　Gracie and I were sitting at the table having breakfast, well trying to, but we were too distracted with each other’s lips.

　　“That is enough of that, especially at the breakfast table,” we heard my mom laugh from behind us.

　　Gracie quickly pulled away, her entire face heating up, and she whispered a sorry to my mom. I, however, just smiled brightly at my mom.

　　“Ryland,” Gracie giggled, slapping my arm.

　　“What” I smirked, “I am not embarrassed,” I added, shrugging.

　　My mom and Gracie looked at each other, rolling their eyes and laughing. I think they both know what I am like by now.

　　“Also, you two aren’t very good at sneaking around,” Mom said, looking between us, “I know you have been sneaking into each other’s rooms,” she added with her index finger moving between the two of us.

　　“I swear, nothing is happening,” Gracie said while panicking. “I just don’t sleep well if I am on my own,” she added.