Where We Belong by K.L. Grayson: Extra Scene

Where We Belong by K.L. Grayson: Extra SceneWhere We Belong by K.L. Grayson
on September 23, 2014
Genres: Love & Romance
Pages: 298

I’ve tried several times to regret the events that took place on June 5, 2008, but for the life of me, I can’t. I'd never regret the pain, the suffering, or the heartache because it ultimately led me to the place I am now. And I can’t regret the place I am now. What I still can't figure out is this: how is it possible that the single worst day of my life inadvertently became the very best day?

Five years ago my life was irrevocably changed.

Seventeen minutes was all it took—
to lose my best friend…
to lose the love of my life…

Seventeen minutes was all it took for the seeds of hope—the seeds of my future—to be planted in the worst possible way.

My name is Harley Thompson, and this is my story.

Without further ado, here is what you’ve been waiting for….

I’m dreaming. There’s no other explanation for what I’m looking at. My fingers sift through his brown hair, brushing it from his face. “Are you real?” I whisper, trailing my finger down the side of his cheek, stopping to trace the outside of his ear. “Are you really here?” My eyes travel the length of his body. His bare chest is rising and falling in a soft, slow rhythm. I drag my hand down his stomach, outlining every chiseled muscle. “Are you mine?” His left leg is straight, the right leg bent and cocked to the side. Black boxer briefs are stretched deliciously across his lower abdomen. Instinctively, my eyes travel to the thick bulge behind the black cotton and I close my eyes, remembering what it was like to feel him enter me for the first time. It was heaven, pure and simple. “I’m never letting you go.” My words are soft, meant mostly for me. “My heart is yours, please be careful with it.”

I tug on the comforter, pulling it over the top of us, tucking it under my chin as I cuddle in next to the warm body next to me. “I’ll treasure it forever.” His husky voice startles me and I push up in time to see his sexy chocolate eyes peek out beneath dark lashes.

“Sorry if I woke you.” A slow, sleepy smile creeps across his face and my entire body tingles. I hope that this man knows what he does to me. He owns me, body and soul.

A strong arm wraps around my shoulders, pulling me to him. Callused fingers trail up and down my arm. “It’s okay.” He kisses the top of my head and I sigh. I wasn’t dreaming. I squeeze my eyes shut, allowing my mind and body to believe that this is, in fact, real. “I’ll never get tired of waking up when you’re the first thing I see.”

“Aw, that was sweet.” I place my lips against his chest and giggle when he squirms. Oh so ticklish.

“What are you still doing up?” He yawns, swatting my hand away when my fingers trail up his side. I stop my attack, settling my hand on top of his chest. His heart beats a steady rhythm under my palm and something inside of me clenches, grateful that the man upstairs brought this perfect man back into my life.

“I was watching you sleep.” I shrug my shoulders as if it’s no big deal.

He laughs, and it’s a very sexy sound, effectively waking up all of my lady parts. “That’s sort of creepy.” He snorts when I swat his chest, then pulls me closer. I can’t help myself. This is all just so surreal, and sometimes I just have to watch to make sure he’s still here. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night in fear that he’s gone again. I haven’t told him that, and I don’t plan on it. It’s just something that I’m going to have to get over.

The other night I had a dream that he left me again—for Brit—and I woke up in a dead sweat. I lay awake that night for three hours, trying to convince myself that I wasn’t going crazy, that he really did love me. It’s hard, convincing myself that he loves me, especially after what happened that horrible night. Sometimes when I close my eyes, I still see him walking through the back door hand-in-hand with Brit.


“Hmmm?” I grunt, squeezing my eyes shut, a feeble attempt to push out the consuming thoughts.

“What are you thinking about? You went quiet on me.” His fingers tangle in my hair, stroking it softly.

“Brit.” Her name falls from my mouth before I even have a chance to stop it, and I sit up abruptly, the comforter falling to my waist. “I’m sorry,” I say, twisting to face him. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

Surprisingly, his eyes soften and he runs his fingers down my cheek.

“Don’t be sorry. I asked and you answered.” I nod jerkily, not really sure what else to say, mildly afraid that my insecurities will somehow drive him away again. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Um … sure.” Crossing my legs, I sit in front of him. He’s lounging back on his pillow, one arm tucked under his head, the other rubbing light circles along the top of my thigh. My eyes flit around the room nervously, unsure of where to start. But when they land back on his, open and inviting, I know that we are ready for this. “You never told me why you guys broke up.” I suck in a breath, mildly terrified to hear his answer.

In one smooth, swift move, Ty sits up and hovers over me, inching closer and closer until I’m perched back on the bed and his body is suspended above mine. Bending forward, he kisses each of my cheeks and then my nose, nuzzling it gently before pulling back a fraction. “She wasn’t you.” His words are whispered, but quite possibly the loudest words I’ve ever heard. “You owned my soul, even before I knew you did, and nothing about her and I was ever going to work, because she wasn’t you.” A lone tear slides down the side of my face and Ty gently wipes it away. “I dreamt of you every night. I still do,” he adds, kissing me softly.

“You left her?” My voice is shaky, timid. Please tell me you left her. I’m not sure what I’d do if she were the one that left him. He nods and I blow out a long breath. “Was she upset?” It’s probably not a fair question, but I have to know.



Tyson props himself up, an elbow on each side of my head. My face is cradled between his warm hands, and the love in his eyes brings me more comfort than he’ll ever know. “She knew, Harley. The second I told her we needed to talk, she knew. She took it well—“ he shrugs “—as well as anyone would take it. She said she had been waiting for it, said she always knew deep down that I would end up with you.” Tyson buries his face in the side of my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my body. “I’m not going anywhere, Harley. I am yours, my heart is yours, and I will never hurt you again.”

“I know,” I whisper, locking my hands behind his back. “I know.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t. But that’s my fault. I have to regain your trust, but I promise you I will. One of these days, hopefully soon, you will have no doubts.” I don’t think he understands the overwhelming amount of love I have for him. I may have had doubts before tonight, but his words have soothed me, calming a part of me that hasn’t slept in years.

“I love you.” I kiss his shoulder. I try to pull him closer, but there isn’t much more room for him to move since my body is already molded to his.

“I love you too, baby. I love you too.”



About K.L. Grayson

K.L. Grayson resides in a small town outside of St. Louis, Missouri. She is entertained daily by her extraordinary husband who will forever inspire every good quality she writes in a man. Her entire life rests in the palm of six dirty little hands, and when the days is over and those six little hands have been washed and tucked into bed . . . and the stars align, you can find K.L. typing away furiously on her computer. K.L. has a love for alpha males, brownies, reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy endings . . . and not particularly in that order.