Do I grab his hand? What if my hands are too cold? What if I startle him? Oh my god. What if he wakes up?
Stop it. I'm rambling.
I carefully scootched my body toward Greyson's sleeping form. I kept my arms pressed to my side as my body was as stiff as a board. I held my breath and just stared at him.
Oh my god. I'm being creepy.
I scoffed to myself and squeezed my eyes shut. When I opened them it felt like I had gotten a billion times closer to him. It almost startled me enough to make me jump.
His hair from what I could see was tousled around on his head. His mouth hung open as soft snores poured out. Even while he was asleep, his jawline was perfectly defined. Too perfect actually while in the meantime I'm almost positive I always have a double chin.
I wanted to bring my hand up and run my hand under my chin, but I just continued to mimic a board.
What if he wakes up and won't go back to sleep? It is already like ten...
I scootched my body a little closer to him, but my heart stopped when I accidentally touched his knee. Oh my god. Don't wake up. No. No. No. I liked how cute he looked while he slept.
After sitting in silence, I realized he wasn't going to wakeup so I relaxed my body and started actually breathing again. This is dumb.
Okay, you can do this.
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I cheered in my head. I rolled onto my side so that my front was pressed against the front of him.
"Oh my god. That worked." I whispered extremely quietly so absolutely no one could hear. I felt completely at peace with myself until I realized my left arm was still trapped under my body. To be completely honest, I wasn't in a comfortable position. I was still a human board, basically. The only difference was that I was now on my side.
Slowly, I moved my left arm out from under my body. I tried so hard not to make loud or fast movements.
Stay Greyson. Right there. Do. Not. Move.
Once my hand was out from under my body, I put it under my head. Then, I started working on my other hand. I brought my right hand against my chest as slowly as possible. No. Sudden. Movements.
I decided on not moving the uncooked spaghetti noodles that I call legs. Where would I put them any way? Behind my head?
I sighed and immediately regretted it. Greyson shifted a tad and sucked in a large breath.
I freaking dare you.
Instantly, he groaned. Then, his eyes were opened and next he was awake and I had just wasted half an hour on nothing.
"Hey, sunshine." He said in a husky voice. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He does not know how much I had just gone through.
"Yo." I replied hastily as I started moving away.
"Aye," he snapped. His arms wound around my body and crushed me back into his chest. "I didn't say you could leave yet."
"Then, I won't leave yet." I replied. I didn't even want to leave. Hell, I could just stay like this forever if my legs weren't so damn cramped. Pushing the pain away, a new sensation spread through me as Greyson placed a kiss on the top of my head. Shocks spread all through me body giving me goosebumps.
Obviously, he knew what he had done because he chuckled. He ran his hand up and down my arm which slowly made the bumps go away.
"Better?" He asked. I looked up into his grey eyes as he looked down at me.
"Better." He nodded and pecked my forehead. I smiled and looked back down at his chest. His bare chest. Wowza.
We just laid there for a few minutes. I was practically praying it would never end, but all good things have a way of falling apart.
"I have to go meet Max at eleven." Greyson said catching my attention.
"Why?" I asked glancing up at him.
"The same reason we came here for." He pulled away from me and began getting out of the bed. I pushed myself up on my elbow so I could still see him.
"To get me away from Ashton, Karissa, and the whole Liam issue?" I snapped at him. He shot me an angry look as soon as the words left my mouth. He obviously didn't like my tone or word choice.
"No. Rogue issues." He snapped back harshly as he put a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt on . I slightly cowered away and then mentally yelled at myself for it. Greyson's face softened slightly as he finished buckling his pants. He walked toward me and took my face in his hands. He squeezed my cheeks together giving my fish lips and stared into my eyes. "I'll be back later, and then it'll just be you and me. Promise."
"Awight." I sighed and wanted to laugh at my pronunciation because of my fish lips.
"Good." he quickly pecked me on the lips and left the room.
Just you and me my ass.
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"You need to pick a movie."
"But I've already watched all the good ones." I groaned.
Nothing seemed to satisfy me. The popcorn, the blanket, my jeans, definitely not the seating arrangement.
"Alex." Greyson whined as he sat down the Xbox controller. "It's 9:30, can we please just settle on a movie for once tonight."
"Greyson." I said the same way he did. "I said I didn't want to watch a movie." He groaned and ran his hands down his face.
"Then what the hell could you possibly want to do?" He questioned me. I huffed and stood up.
"Be right back then." I said as i bopped his nose with my finger and ran to our room.
I grabbed the first pair of sweats I could find and a sweatshirt and threw them on. I ran back out into the living-room as Greyson watched me do so.
"There we go. Now, I want applesauce." I said as I made my way to the kitchen. I grabbed an applesauce out of the fridge and a spoon. Then I made my way back to Greyson.
"This blanket," I said as I held up the small blanket, "is way too short and leaves half of my legs exposed." I threw the blanket to the opposite end of the room and grabbed a much bigger blanket off of the wall. I'm pretty sure it was for decoration but it looked so big and so soft.
"And I should not be sitting on this couch." I protested. "I should be right here." I said as I plopped down on Greyson's lap.
We stared at each other for a moment in silence for a while before Greyson finally spoke.
"What the hell was that, Alex?" He leaned forward a bit. His hand came up behind my back and it began running up and down. I gulped and moved my gaze to the floor.
"Frustration?"
"You say that like its a question." He fired back. "What's the actual problem?" I hesitated before answering.
"I can't do this anymore." Automatically a switch or something must have gone off in Greyson's head because his hand stopped and he looked pissed.
"What do you mean? I have been patient, good, I try so hard to get you to approve of what is going on and then you just want to stop it all? You have changed for the better! You're supposed to be with me-"
"Greyson, I can't act like we aren't mates anymore." His rant stopped as he froze. He didn't say anything. He just watched me. "I can't just keep acting like I don't love you anymore because I do love you. I don't just want to be a carry-on anymore. I want it to be real." I didn't feel very confident with what I was saying. To be honest, I was embarrassed, ashamed, sad, and terrified.
"You are a lot of things," Greyson breathed out, "you're moody, obnoxious, bitchy, loud, sarcastic, easily pissed, but you are not just a carry-on. You're my everything." He said as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.
"Ah, fuck it." I said and crashed my lips to his. It only took mere seconds before he reacted and are lips began moving in sync.
I felt his tongue swipe across my bottom lip asking for an entrance, but denied. Immediately, he bit down on my lip and I granted him his wish. Greedy bastard.
Our tongues battled for dominance, but quite frankly it wasn't really a battle. He won pretty quickly.
I had barely realized I was picked up until I heard my applesauce and spoon hit the floor. We both stopped and looked down as applesauce was splattered on the wood flooring.
"I'll, Uh, clean that later." He said breathlessly. I nodded and he resumed kissing me as he led us to our room.
Once we were inside, he laid me down on the bed. Not once did he break contact. Oh damn. It was fucking amazing.
He started peppering kisses down my neck and I couldn't even hide the moan that slipped through my lips. I couldnt help but laugh which made him laugh.
"Oh my god, can you stop. Can't you see I'm trying to do something?" He asked as he continued laughing and kissing my neck.
"Yeah, yeah. Go on." I encouraged as I laughed at him. He chuckled and continued what he was doing as I ran my hands through his dark brown hair.
I felt his canines against the skin on my neck as he nipped at it. It gave me goosebumps and my stomach flipped just thinking about what I was doing.
"Let's do this." I said confidently. I was pumped. Obviously, Greyson thought it was funny because he practically died of laughter for a moment until he finally got back to what he was doing. He kissed the skin once more and then his teeth pushed their way through.
"Damnit." I groaned out at the pain it caused at first. Slowly, it turned to pleasure, though. He licked the area where he bit, which I thought was kind of weird to think about, and then pulled back to look at me.
"You know what happens next right?" I nodded. Yeah I do.
There was nothing going to stop what was going to happen. Nothing. So we continued on.
Let's just say we had quite the workout.
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>and cue the time leap< (you'll find out why.)
I woke up alone for the first time in three days. I groaned. I swear to god if he left to go see Maxwell again without telling me, I'll kill him.
It was just three days ago that he marked me. Marked and claimed me I guess. The whole thing was kind of a blur to me.
I got out of the bed and glanced at myself in the mirror. The bun on top of my head was falling out, my purple long sleeve shirt had a drool spot on it, and my spanx had ridden up.
Go me, I thought as I pulled them down.
I made my way down to the living room but made a b-line to the kitchen when I smelled food.
"Greyson?" I questioned when I walked in. The smell of eggs and bacon permeated the room and I smiled in content. I walked over and wrapped my arms around him from behind.
"Aye baby." He said as he took one of my hands and kissed it. I giggled and grabbed one of the already made pieces of bacon.
"Mmm. I'm hungry. You should make pancakes, too." He stared at me weirdly as I munched away at the bacon.
"Karissa said you didn't like pancakes." I shrugged.
"They're an acquired taste and I'd like to acquire it." He rolled his eyes at me and took a bite of my bacon.
"Coffee is an acquired taste. Not pancakes." He said seriously. I shrugged once again and was about to take another bite before a wave on nausea hit me.
"What the-" before I could finish the sentence, I was hauling ass to the bathroom. I could hear Greyson following behind me as I did so.
Immediately, I threw up. Thankfully, I made it to the toilet in time. My heart rate sped up as I quickly looked over to Greyson who was standing in the doorway.
"You okay?" He asked. I shook my head, no.
"Come. Here." I managed to say. I felt like crying as I turned to look at what was left in the toilet. Greyson slowly walked up behind me and then froze.
"Oh my god. Is that-"
"Blood." I finished.
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Yep. Don't yell at me.
I don't write awkward sex scenes. SORRY. I JUST COULDNT DO. I COULDNT CONJURE UP ENOUGH SEXINESS TO FO IT. BAH.
oh and uh what about that whole puking blood thing. That's cool right. Pretty snaztastic. Pretty sure I just twisted the plot a bit there. You people are all so cliché thinkers.
So idk why but my stomach hurts so bad and I wrote this on my phone...so yeah. Badooshkabingbing
Oh a new throwback cover? Yepper since a lot of you liked the picture BC cats.
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