Imagine going to an award show with Grayson.
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He tried fixing his tie in the mirror.
I walked into the room, wearing my black, one shoulder, short dress and my black heels.
His mouth dropped open.
"Woah" he muttered out.
I blushed.
"You look amazing" he spoke as I walked up to him. His eyes looked me up and down.
I smiled.
"You're not to bad yourself" I giggled, reaching for his tie.
I adjusted it for him, since my dad taught me how to tie when I was younger.
"There. Perfect" I patted his chest and looked up at him.
"Thanks" he smiled down at me, his hands finding their way around my waist.
"Are you excited?" I spoke softly.
He nodded.
"Nervous though" he added.
"Hey" I spoke as my arms snaked around his neck. "Don't be nervous. You'll be fine".
He pecked my lips.
"Ready to go?" he asked, grabbing my hand.
"Let's do it" I responded, grabbing my small purse.
