The Beginning

Untitled Part 9

It wasn't long before I was asleep in my bed. The problem was though, that my dreams were not pleasant whatsoever. I woke up in tears, shaking, and covered in sweat. I also noticed the now extremely sobered, blue eyed male sitting beside me on the bed. He pulled me up into his lap while rubbing small, comforting circles on my back. "Hey." He whispered. "Hey, you're okay. I promise. It was just a bad dream.." His voice was attempting to soothe me.

"Why are you in here, Grayson?" I managed to choke out once I had calmed down enough. He frowned slightly at my question.

"I heard crying. I got worried when you didn't answer me and just kept crying out." He explained quietly and I gave a small nod, releasing the shaky breath I was holding. "I know something that will make it seem a little better." He gave a small, comforting smile.

I raised my brow challengingly. He helped me up and quickly held onto my hand leading me towards the kitchen. "Grayson?"

"Hold on. Just be patient." He lifted me then quickly placed me on the counter top. He took off to the other side of the kitchen and pulled out a packet of something.

"Grayson...what are you doing?" I asked while watching him closely.

"Two things have been discovered to always comfort people from bad dreams." He states proudly as he makes something warm to drink. I look at him questioningly. "Hot chocolate...and good company." He hands me a mug of steaming hot cocoa. I just stare at it. "Do you not like hot chocolate?" He asks teasingly. I pout at him while setting my mug down.

"I do..." I murmur while averting my gaze towards the kitchen floor. "Dick, I'm sorry. I can't give you what you want..." He lifted my chin while moving closer to me.

"Why do you say that? Because of that other side of you? Is this what you were dreaming about?" He was intensely looking into my eyes while waiting for my answer.

"Partly because of that but there's also more to it." I whisper. His eyes began searching mine.

"You want to know what I learned last night?" His tone dripped with the seriousness that was now flowing from him.

"What's that?" I chewed on my lower lip while waiting for his big discovery.

"I've discovered that no matter what anyone says, I want to see what can happen." I shook my head at him, worry covering my features. "I want-" he paused taking in the scared look in my eyes, his fingers tearing through his messy, tangled locks. He sighed before quietly speaking again, "Nevermind on what I want."

"What do you want, Grayson? What do you want from me?" I questioned. He closed his eyes while placing his hands on either side of me. His head hung in defeat as he released a heavy sigh that he had been holding in.

"You...I want you..." His voice was no louder than a whisper.

"I can't Grayson...I–I need to go..." I whispered while gently pushing on his chest. He shook his head defiantly. "Please..."

"Don't. Don't run away from this. Don't shut me out." His voice strained with mixed emotions. I frowned, keeping my watery eyes plastered to the kitchen floor. He moved closer so that he was now standing between my thighs, his hands shifting towards my hips. "Phee?" I looked up at him, surprised by the new name.

"Are you really sure about this?" I asked, my eyes now searching his. He nodded, a hopeful look in his darkened blue eyes.

"I am. Why are you fighting it so much? We live in the same house, it was bound to happen." He chuckled softly.

"I'm scared..."

"Of what?" His thumb grazed the skin on my sides just above my hips.

"I know how this will end, it won't–" He interrupted my excuses by crashing his lips to mine. Once again, I seemingly lost control over my body as I pulled him closer to me. My fingers were clutching desperately at his shirt. He broke the kiss causing me to pout while I watched him. He helped me off of the counter then took my hand, leading me to his room. "Grayson–?" He chuckled while shaking his head at me.

"Relax. I'm not expecting that. I told you what always helps with bad dreams. Hot cocoa," He lifted the mug in his other hand to show me. "And good company. I just want to spend time with you, okay?" He looked at me and smirked when he saw the rosy color of my face. I began chewing on my lower lip which caused him to pull me in for a kiss. When I looked at him puzzled, he simply smirked then kept walking.

Once in his room, he set the mug down and walked over to his window. "I know you still feel suffocated..." His voice was gentle. I smiled at him before quickly crossing the room in order to stand in front of him. This time I was the one pinning him to the wall as I stood on my tiptoes to interlock our lips which he eagerly returned. He turned us so that my back was braced against the wall and with the more heated our kiss, the closer our bodies got.