May
IVY
"Okay, you're pronouncing your syllables too harshly. This is a soft language, it's not German." I laugh and push my hair behind my ear.
"I literally don't understand what I'm saying differently. We're saying the exact same thing." Grayson sits across from me on the couch with his legs crossed.
"We're really not. You're saying vock like you're choking on a meatball or something. It's vosh. Try again."
"Oh, la vache." Grayson repeats for the thousandth time and my eyes widen.
"Yes! You got it!" I clap my hands together and smile at him.
"And that means what exactly?"
I furrow my eyebrows, trying to figure out the best way to explain it. "Well, the literal translation to English is oh, the cow, but it's used in French to express surprise or even frustration. It can mean oh my god or in some situations mean oh damn or dammit. Like when you get all the way out to your car and realize you left your keys inside. You'd be like Ugh, oh la vache. Does that make sense?"
Grayson grabs another grape from the bowl between us and pops it in how mouth before nodding. "Okay, I get it. I think that's enough French lessons for the day."
"Why, you've had your fill of embarrassing yourself?" I ask and Grayson rolls his eyes.
"Whatever." He tries to act annoyed but he smiles anyway, moving the bowl of grapes onto the carpet and pushing me down on the couch. He hovers over me and I can't control the smile on my face. "Tell me I'm good at French or...I'll tickle you."
My eyes widen and my heart sinks. He has both of my hands pinned above my head and is sitting across me. I can't move if he tickles me right now. "You wouldn't."
"Oh, I definitely would." He stares at me, deadpan, and I shake my head at him.
"Your French is adorable Grayson."
There's a pause and Grayson leans down anyway, lifting my shirt and tickling my sides. I immediately start laughing and roll side to side under him trying to escape. I laugh loudly and can't even catch my breath to tell him to stop.
"You're supposed to tell me I'm good, not adorable!" He yells over my fit of giggles and continues his assault.
"Okay, okay! Your French is good, it's amazing! It's better than mine!" I yell desperately and my cheeks start to hurt from smiling so much.
Grayson leans down and places his hands on my cheeks, kissing me on the mouth. We both smile and Grayson laughs as he kisses me. My heart warms and I close my eyes, savoring this moment. He pulls away and stares down at me. I smile shyly under his gaze. "You're exaggerating now. I just want you to say that I'm good. Don't overdo it." He smirks and I nod to him.
"Hey, your French is really good though. I'm being serious." I say honestly and Grayson smiles again. He kisses me slowly, pushing his tongue past my lips and into my mouth. I pull his hair gently and kiss him back. After a moment, he pulls away and I feel so sedated that I can't even open my eyes. It's not often he kisses me like that, so when he does...I kind of feel like my soul has just left my body and it takes me a moment to recover. I smile softly and gather my thoughts. "That French is really good too."
