Merrick smiled at him. “We should stop talking about me.”
“No, no.” Grant slid his hand across Merrick’s chest. “I want to know everything.”
“I want to know everything about you, too.”
“I’m an open, boring book compared to you. I want to know about you and about my dad.”
Merrick moved Grant to the bed. “You’re worried about Jordan, but is that all? You seemed really upset tonight.”
Grant looked at the window.
Merrick traced Grant’s neck. “You can tell me.”
“I just want us all to be safe.”
“Me, too.” He kissed the tip of Grant’s nose. “Is that all?”
“Yeah.” Grant ran his finger around the scar on Merrick’s shoulder. “We should get some sleep, huh?”
Grant’s eyes and soft touch were too mesmerizing to worry about being tired tomorrow.
Grant touched Merrick’s face. “My dad’s probably paced the floor all night for no reason.”
“The night’s not over yet.”
Grant smiled. “It bothers you, doesn’t it?”