grayson's pov
Lowell,Washington
1962
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"okay. Just take a few more steps dove." I said to aaliyah.
I made her keep her eyes closed while leading her to the surprise i had in store for her
"grayson! im scared." she whimpers while holding on to my hand tightly.
gosh, she's so adorable.
" im offended you don't trust me enough to guide you somewhere, li." i said playfully.
"i do. really im just very clumsy."
"trust me, i know."
she hit my arm playfully.
"not funny." she pouted
"it doesn't matter now, we're here."
i slowly took the blindfold off of her face to see a surprised look on that beautiful face.
"a treehouse!" She exclaimed.
"yeah. you like it?"
"its amazing. can we go up please?" She looked at me with those beautiful, brown eyes.
"of course we can."
we both climbed up the wooden ladder but i couldn't help but keep looking at how delicious aaliyah's ass looked in those blue jeans.
jesus , she makes me feel like the luckiest man alive.
We finally made it up to the treehouse i haven't been in since i was eleven.
"aww, it's much cuter inside!" she squealed.
"but not as cute as you are." i said pulling her to me.
she grabbed my face "so cheesy."
"only for you dove."
"so you wanna explain to me what this is?"
i turned around to see an old embarrassing picture of me.
"that's a long story."
"well get the story started."
together
after showing aaliyah my childhood items and heated makeouts, we left the treehouse to get some ice cream.
we walked into the little ice cream parlor, hand in hand.
