Brielle

twenty-eight

Lace isn't the most comfortable of materials.

Suddenly, the bathroom door bursts open and in comes a Grayson wearing a pair of jeans and the hoodie I was wearing earlier.

Narrowing my eyes at it, he looks down at the hoodie that fits him perfectly. His cheeks flush.

"It smells like you."

Smiling, I turn back to the mirror moving the hat to one side only to move it back. I'm really indecisive.

My eyes fall on the hat right beside the sink and I smile.

"Come here," I say, using my finger to usher Grayson over who's currently leaning against the doorframe watching me.

Slowly, he pushes himself off trudging towards me never taking his eyes off me once.

He stands next to me, looking in the mirror as I lean across him to grab the spare red Santa hat.

"Lean down a little, you're too tall," Gray smirks, leaning his head down as I lift the hat towards his hair that currently falls in waves on his forehead.

Placing the clothing on his head, I smile as he stands up looking at himself in the mirror.

"We're matching," I whisper, pointing towards the exact same hat that sits on my head. Gray averts his eyes from him, to me.

"Cute," He mumbles, smiling.

He leans down, his lips pressing against mine gently as a hand wraps around my waist pushing me flush against him.

Gray pushes away, licking his lips as he flicks my hat to one side smirking. The faint red from my lipstick lingering on his lips as he walks away.

"See you soon babe."

But I stop him before he could get any further holding an arm out, I grab a hold of his and pull him back to me.

"Stay sober tonight?" I whisper, asking him the question I've been dreading too all day.

I close my eyes, squinting them shut as I wait for him to answer. Part of me expects him to say 'it's christmas, you really think I'm not going to have a drink?' but I hope not.

Two hands cup my face, pulling me up to his. I didn't even know my head was facing the floor, it must of fell down after the embarrassment of asking a seventeen year old boy to stay sober at a party.

"Baby, you already know the answer," I open my eyes, sighing. I knew this would happen.

"Sorry, it was stupid of me to ask," I grumble, looking anywhere at his eyes.

"What?" Gray asks, his face screwing up in confusion as he stares at me.

Blinking a few times, he starts laughing. Laughing. A full blown laughing fit as he rests his head on my shoulder.

"You're so fucking dumb sometimes amor," Gray mutters, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Listen, even if I saw you taking a sip of a drink that had any alcohol in it. Even if it was the tiniest bit ever, I would drop my fucking drink and walk straight over to you and supervise you for the rest of the fucking evening."

Gulping, my cheeks start to warm as I stare up at him. His hair falls down to his brown eyes, as they linger on my lips before averting to my eyes.

"Even if you were in the middle of a conversation?" I tease, tipping my head to one side.

"Even if I was in the middle of fucking talking to the most important person in the world," He says and I gasp.

The most important person in the world.