Chapter 2:

(Grace's point of view)

I opened my eyes and let them adjust to the darkness of the room. The window was slightly ajar, letting a light cold wind come through. I shivered involuntarily and moved closer to Wayne to keep warmth. I turned around so that I was facing him, and stared at his sleeping face. I wrapped both my arms around him and leaned close until my face was smack into his chest. He smelled of soap and my perfume, making a delicious mixture in my noise. I felt him move and wrap his arms around me, kissing me slightly on the head.

"You awake." He grumbled half asleep.

"Yeah" I replied looking at him slowly opening his eyes.

"Well why are you awake at" He shifted reaching the alarm clock past my head, "At three in the morning."

"Guess I couldn't sleep." I said, thinking about what I have to ask him sometime soon.

"What's wrong?"

"Well I um." I babbled not knowing how to start.

He bent down and kissed my nose.

"You know" he said kissing my cheek.

"That you" he moved to my other cheek.

"Can tell me" he said moving down to my chin.

"Anything" he said kissing me on the mouth. The kiss lasted a while. I could feel his hot breath, his muscles flexing as he hugged me tighter, and kissed me even more deeply.

I pushed his chest, releasing me from his embrace and flopped onto my back looking at the white ceiling. Wayne rested his elbow onto the bed, his hand holding his face. He looked like a model posing with the blanket covering his middle. I laughed at this, imagining him strutting down a catwalk.

"What's so funny?" He smiled.

"Nothing" I said trying to stop smiling.

"I need to ask you something." I said.

"Yeah?"

"Well since we just got a break from work I'm heading down to see my family." I said. I looked over and saw his face slowly understanding what I'm about to say.

"And since we've been dating for a while now, I was wondering if you wanted to come and meet them with me?" I closed my eyes, to scared to see his expression.

He gently opened my eyes with his fingers, a smiling spreading across his face.

"I'd love to meet your family Grace." He said

"Really?" I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Of course! I was going to ask you to meet mine as well but kept on chickening out all the time. I can't wait to see your baby pictures." He laughed giving me a small peck on the mouth.

"Now we better get some sleep so I don't look like all weird in front of your folks."

I let him wrap his arms around me and moved to the side to lay my head. I was happy that for once things finally went my way. As I was just on the verge of sleep something crossed my mind. What if my family doesn't like him? I was up the rest of the night freaking out.

After showering I walked into Wayne's kitchen and made us some coffee. His kitchen was a small crappy one, but it still gave you a homey feeling when you walked inside. He tried to paint it a soothing yellow to bring in the sun from the windows, but this only showed more of the cracks and stains on the walls.

"Did you finish packing?" I yelled.

"Almost done!" he screamed back.

I opened his fridge which half was filled with expired products. There was some cream cheese, and there were some bagels left from yesterday morning. I grabbed an everything bagel, slathered it with as much cream cheese as possible, and sat at the table eating, drinking and reading the newspaper.

There was an article about a serial killer on the Eastern side of the country. It described his murdered as bloody and excruciating. He always killed his victims in the same way; slicing of the throat, and cutting one of their legs off.

I was just flipping to the next page when Wayne walked in with a pair of jeans and a t-shirt I told him looks good with his eyes. He smiled at me and grabbed the cup of coffee I had made for him.

"Do you want to go to your place to pick up your luggage and then we'll get going."

"Sounds good." I said

I walked back into the bedroom to take my clothes from last night. Since we stay at each others so often, we usually have extra clothes stashed in the closets. We walked out together of the apartment; the only sound was coming form the wheels of his suitcase. I could tell he was scared to meet my family, and I was scared for them to meet his.

When we got to my apartment, I took my time to retrieve my suitcase. I looked out my window every so often to check how Wayne was doing. He was freaking out even more than I was. I could tell this would be a very long two hours.

When I finally felt ready to go downstairs, Wayne seemed to have calmed down. I got into the car, my suitcase sitting in the back seat. He looked at me with the cutest look and placed his hand on mine.

"It'll be okay." He said.

And I believed him.