Chapter 42: Grayson: Okay, You Proved It

I let the remote drop, not caring that it tumbles to the floor, and thread my fingers in Belle's long, soft locks. I tilt my head and deepen the kiss, savoring her soft sigh and the way her breath catches.

"Hmm." I reluctantly break the kiss and lick my lips. My chest heaves with each breath I take. "Okay." I nod. "You proved it."

"What?"

"That everything I said at the beach was wrong. You proved it. Finally."

She rolls her eyes, and I pull her closer. "That's not why I kissed you," she says.

"No? Then why did you?"

Her hand slips from my face, and she pats my chest. "Do I need a reason?" Her eyes sparkle with mischief, and my heart nearly explodes at the realization that she's my girlfriend. I can't thank Cam enough for screwing up.

"Nope. You can kiss me whenever you want," I say, grinning.

"Good." She shifts her body up so we're even closer, and then she kisses me again.

"I think that's about enough," Dad says, clearing his throat.