Hostile Resolve - BK3 TPBS 1st Draft Complete

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Slowly their mouths moved together as arms found their way around the others body. A gentle kiss that had both of them wanting more while neither was sure how the other would take it. Neither wanting to push the boundaries of the way they were feeling.

It had been so long that just standing together in this moment was more than they expected when this meeting was arranged. Raw feelings pushed aside in a bid to prolong the moment.

Slowly Grayson pulled away until their lips no longer touched and he rested his forehead on hers and watched the flutter of her eyes as they began to open.

They stared into each other for what seemed an eternity but which lasted just seconds.

"I would love to continue this Josie but we need to talk. I don't want the past to jepordise anything but it might. I have to tell you it all."

Josie slowly pulled her arms down from around his neck and stepped back. She nodded in agreement.

"I have to hear it Grayson."

"Come on, let's leave our son to sleep in peace."

He let go of one of her hands and held the other firmly in his as they walked outside the room and down the hall to the loungeroom. He walked her over to the lounge and sat down with her. All the while his thumb was drawing circles around her hand.

His face was serious as he tried to work out the best way to start the conversation.

She reached over with her free hand and placed it over the top of the hand holding hers.

"Take your time Grayson. I'll listen."

He smiled sadly at her.

"It isn't good Josie. If I knew... "

"We'll deal with that when and if we need to Grayson" her voice was firm and enouraging while her insides felt like twisted ropes of barbed wire.

She needed these answers.

"Well, as you know my mum left my dad when I was a kid."

She nodded "And then you found him when you were a teen."

"That's right." He couldn't stay sitting down, he got up and walked over to the mantle above the fireplace. A photo was the centre of his attention. A memory from a happier time with him and his father.

"He lied Josie. He lied about everything. He played us... me... like little puppets. We meant absolutely not a fucking thing to him."

He picked up the picture and with a look of disgust he threw it into the empty fireplace. The glass from the frame scattering as it broke into tiny slithers.

He shoved his hands into his pockets as he looked down on it. The pain raw in his eyes.

"My father, the man I believed in, the man I looked up to... was a filthy piece of lying scum for what he did to our family... for what he made me believe."