12
LARA
“Are you feeling better?” Grayson asked. His arms snaked around my waist and he kissed my neck. Artie glanced over at us and smiled before turning his back to give us privacy.
“A little,” I lied, sprinkling parsley on a plate.
All day, I’d tried my best to avoid Grayson, to keep from having to talk about wedding plans. The ring was on my finger, but I wasn’t ready to wear it. It felt like a lie. If he hadn’t proposed to me in front of all of our friends, I might have had the courage to say no. Now it was too late.
“What about tonight, want me to come over? I figure we need to talk about our next step.”
My heart ached for him and I hated myself for letting things go as far as they did. I loved him more than life itself, but I wasn’t in love with him. I honestly didn’t know if
