wrong one//g.d

t w e n t y - f o u r

"Yeah, great."

"Me, you, dinner?" he asked again.

"Mhm, me, you, dinner."

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"I got you, like, flowers?" You froze. He handed them to you. You smelled them by instinct.

"Oh, uh, thank you," you said as you stepped aside to let him in. He just rocked on his feet. "Are you gonna go change?" you asked. He frowned

"I was just gonna go like this?" He gestured to the suit he'd worn for the meeting. You glanced back down at your own outfit.

"Oh--" You turned and set the flowers on the counter. "Okay, I'll go change really quickly then," you said. He grabbed your arm.

"What-- why?" You pointed at his suit, then back at yourself. "I think you look really nice; you don't have to change," He said quietly. You blushed and gestured down at your dress.

"I think this is a little, not as formal, as you," you explained. "Like, two minutes--"

"Oh, come on, you look great, and besides, we'll be late." You readjusted your purse. "Okay?" You nodded.

You made it there with almost no talking, just 'mhm'ing when needed as Grayson told you about his meeting, and smelled the next fragrances to be released that he'd had in the dashboard. "And we're here," he sighed, pulling into the restaurant's parking lot. You sighed.

"I feel really underdressed, Gray," you mumbled. He rolled his eyes.

"You look wonderful, let's go." You'd sat down together at your table and were waiting for a waitress and he spoke again. "Hey."

"Hi."

"You look beautiful, okay?" You looked down into your lap. "Stop feeling so self-conscious about it," he whispered. You shrugged.

"I just feel like I should've worn something fancie--"

"Menus?" You looked up at the waiter and thanked him as he handed it to you. He smiled and walked away. You decided on something to order and looked up at Grayson who was already looking-- again.

He looked back at his menu and you watched him pick. When he talked to you again, he didn't look up. "Give your menu back with your left hand," he muttered. Your eyebrows furrowed up as you leaned in.

"What?"

"When you give your menu back to that waiter, do it with your left hand." Your eyebrows raised.

"Why?" He shook his head in response and you told Gray your order before the waiter came back. Grayson told him what you both wanted and when you handed your menu back, just as Gray'd asked, you noticed the guy look at your ring. Once he'd left, you turned back to Gray.

He had his fingers laced under his chin, elbows on the table, as you raised an eyebrow. "What the heck was that?"

"He was looking at you weird," he said. You turned back. "Don't look at him!" he whispered. You turned back with a smile.

"Oh my," you sighed, shaking your head. You ran your finger over the rim of the wine glass in front of you.

"Well, I had to let him know you were taken," Gray said. You looked up.

"Might as well write married to Grayson Dolan on a sticky note and tape it to my forehead too, huh?" you asked. He chuckled.

"That's not a bad idea." You laughed and he leaned back into his chair, arms crossed. "What?" he asked.

"Hm?"

"Nothing, you were looking at me--"

"Can we get dessert too?" you asked. "And wine, I'd like some wine." Grayson smiled.

"Whatever you'd like."

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"I ate too much," he grumbled. You slipped off your heels and walked in. He patted his bloated stomach and you laughed. No matter how much he worked out or how healthy he ate, he always had that tummy after eating too much. And quite frankly, it was fucking adorable.

"Yes, you did." He walked over to the couch and plopped down. "Hey, take your shoes off, I'm not vacuuming that carpet," you said walking away. He sighed and pulled off his shoes. You headed to the kitchen for some water and watched him throw his shoes from the couch to the front door. "Gray."

"Think it dented?" he asked. You smiled and shook your head, filling a glass for him too. You handed it to him, sitting on the couch opposite to him once you had. He patted the seat next to him and you got back up to sit with him.

"Thank you for dinner," you whispered. The arm he'd had around the couch dropped to your shoulders. You flushed red.

"Yeah, 'was nice," he hummed. "Thank you for coming." You smiled.

"What else did I have to do?" He chuckled and shook his head. You felt the arm he had around you pull you closer to him.

"We didn't drink too much wine, right?" he asked. You smiled and looked up, your chin on his shoulder.

"I don't know about you, but I didn't." He laughed and shook his head, drinking some more of his water. When you turned back, your head was entirely resting on his shoulder. "Hm."

"Hm." You closed your eyes for a minute before he leaned forward to put his empty glass on the coffee table. You quickly finished yours and handed it to him too.

He sat back and you felt him look down at you. "I meant what I said-- you look really nice." You blushed some more.

"Thank you." You played with the hem of your dress and he rubbed his free hand on his knee. "I just felt really underdressed," You said with a little shrug. You turned to see him with his head tilted back and eyes closed.

"Didn't matter, 'cause you were the only one I was lookin' at."