Y/n is laying on my chest, sleeping. How did we end up in the wine cellar like this...I don't know. I have no idea how we ended up sleeping in here.
"Mmm." Y/n groans.
"Good morning, sweetheart."
"Morning. Wait we're still in here? Oh my God what if someone came in? Oh no!"
"Sweetheart it's okay. I locked the door before we came down here."
"Oh good. Especially freaking Jameson. Even though we didn't do anything he most likely would've got that idea. We would get so much crap from him, the little stupid."
I smile at her words.
"That imbecile would be done if he gave us crap about it."
"You would do something if he did?"
"Of course. I wouldn't let people think we did something without knowing the truth."
"This is why you're my favorite boy."
I go still.
The world feels blissful.
I don't know how to handle this.
"Grayson? Are you okay my pretty boy?"
Her pretty boy?
Oh, God.
"I'm just...I don't know how to handle that."
"What, baby?"
"Being your favorite boy."
She looks at me with question in her eyes.
"I have never been someone's favorite boy, let alone first choice. I...what am I supposed to do?"
"Absolutely nothing, hun. You deserve everything. You were always my first choice. Always have, always will be.
It's you and me, always and forever."
I kiss her.
I want to cry actually.
So I do.
I let out quiet sobs into her chest. She holds me and I know she won't let go. She gently runs her hands through my hair.
She softly shushes me, telling me it's okay.
I believe it, because she says it is.
Authors note:
Sweetness 💋
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The side you don't see*
