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Sitting infront of me, was a gorgeous brown eyed boy in none other than a beautiful tailored suit. He was eating his pancakes while I observed him.
Tonight, was amazing. Minus the Bryson and Lucas part. "Sooo.." I trailed off while scratching the back of my neck.
"So?" he repeats, scanning my face.
"What do we do now?" I ask and raise a brow. Grayson lets out a deep chuckle, that made my heart flutter.
"We could go swimming." He shrugs and takes another bite of his stack of pancakes. I furrow my eyebrows. "Gray, you know I can't swim." I giggle as he eyes me up and down.
The song Tennessee Whiskey comes and Grayson looks around nervously. "Sunshine, dance with me." he smiles and stands up, taking his coat off.
"In the middle of the diner?" I question. Grayson rolls his eyes, grabs my hand and pulls me up into him. I laugh as he puts his hand on my waist.
"Did I tell you that you look stunning tonight?" he whispered in my ear. I nodded "Yes, you did.". Grayson spins me around which causes me to smile wide. He brings me in closer to him, our faces inches apart. His eyes flicker from my eyes to my lips. Butterflies erupted in my stomach.
"Thank you for the best night of my life." Grayson says, still swaying to the music. "I should be thanking you." I reply and rest my head on his chest.
"Grayson, I think I-" I begin before getting rudely interrupted. "Sorry yall, we're closing." the young waitress says. I pull away from Grayson and tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. The waitress glares at me, like I did something wrong. I give her a dirty look back then bring my attention back on Grayson.
"Okay." He pays for the food and we leave. "I'll take your heels off sunny, we're walking." he smiles as he bends down to my aching feet. Grayson takes the white heels off of my feet and holds them by his side, we then began walking home. I found myself glancing over at him every few seconds, trying to get my thoughts together.
I really hope he isn't messing with me. Regardless if he is or not, I'm still falling for this boy. My eyes direct to his fairly large hand that had multiple rings on it. Subconsciously, I grab his hand and trace the rings. I felt his body tense, then relax again when he realized it was me. "Question." he asks, glancing over at my, trying to scan my face. I hum a response when he suddenly halts. "Why Bryson?"
"Honestly, he seemed like a good person when I first met him." I shrugged "But he was very-"
"Passive aggressive?" Grayson butts in and I chuckle, revealing my teeth. "Yeah, pretty much."
Grayson grins and runs his fingers through his brown hair. I felt a drop of rain on my face as I was looking up at him. The rain began pouring harder, Gray tugs on my hand as he starts running in front of me. "Hurry up slow poke!" He shouts only a few strides ahead of me. We both turn onto his street and run up to his house, laughing. At this point, we're soaked. Well, he's soaked. His jacket kept me sorta dry but not by very much. "Do you want me to drop you home, or do you want to stay here?" he asks, crouching down to my level.
is he subtly making fun of my height right now.
"I can stay." I say and his face lights up. He puts his arms around me and pulls me into a hug. Grayson pulls away, opens the door to his house. We walk into to greet his mom. "Paisley! What a surprise!" she exclaims, and places her eyes on Grayson for answers. "Sunny here, is gonna stay the night." Grayson shrugs while placing his hand on the small of my back, making butterflies erupt in my stomach again.
"If that's okay." I smile, asking for reassurance in her. She nods and goes back to staring at her phone. We both run upstairs I sit on his bed as he was looking for clothes. "Is this good?" he questions while holding grey sweatpants and a black shirt, I stood and walked over to him. "It's perfect, Gray." I took the clothes and walked into the bathroom to change. As I stared in the mirror, I looked at my wrists that were starting to bruise because of Bryson earlier.
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"Bryson! Let go of me, you're hurting me!" I whine in pain as he continues to pull me to wherever we're going. We stop infront of the limo and he opens the door. Bryson turns around and lets go of my wrists. He gestured to get in, trying not to upset him, I do. He gets in after me and tries to kiss me. "What the hell are you doing?" I furrow my eyebrows while his face is inches away from mine. "What do you think." he growls and pushes me back onto the seat, climbing onto me.
"Get the fuck off of me!" I shout and punch him in the nose. Quickly, I get up and get out of the limo and make my way over to building.
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I sighed when there was three knocks on the door. "Come in." I mumble as the door opens. Grayson leans up against the frame and just looks at me, when I realize he's not wearing a shirt. I felt my face heat up as I tried not to look at his bare chest. He had a glint of amusement in his eyes, it's like he's eternally laughing at me. "I can sleep on the floor. You got the bed." he says, still staring at me. I shook my head, "Your bed is big enough, Gray."
His eyebrows raise at the comment and he nods slowly. "Okay." He breathed as he walked closer to me. My heart kept beating faster and faster. Grayson placed his head on the top of mine and rested his arms on my shoulders. "Whatre you doing?" I giggle and look into the large mirror. His eyes close for a few seconds and I couldn't help but smile. "Okay sleepyhead, let's go to sleep." I smile as I turn to face him. He's so close.
We both walk over to the bed and climb in, facing away from each other. "Amanda is going to kill
me." he mumbled, "Are you really talking a girl in bed with a different one?" I teased and I heard him turning. "Sorry." he frowned, his voice trailing off. I giggled.
"Paisley." His deep raspy voice whispers, I hummed a response. "I'm done with Amanda. I'm focusing on you." he says as he inches closer to me, I turn and my face meets his. His eyes stayed on mine and he places his hand on my waist. "Grayson I," I say as he shakes his head. "Go to sleep, sunshine." he kisses my forehead and pulls me closer to his warm bare chest.
I never did this with Lucas. As much as I was in love with him, I always felt uncomfortable cuddling with him. However, it was different with Grayson. I feel more than comfortable with him.
Grayson let out soft snores that made me smile. I pressed my head into the little space between his jaw and his collar bone. His scent was intoxicating and addicting. My eyes fluttered shut and so soon, passed out.
I woke up to Grayson sitting up abruptly and hyperventilating. "Grayson? Are you okay?" I ask, still lying down. He glances at me then back at the covers. I sit up and place my hand on his back. "It was just a dream," I whisper as he pulls me close to him. We lay back down and he placed his head on my chest.
Oh my gosh.
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"Good morning sunshine." Grayson smiles from across the room, he was putting a white shirt on. I give him a warm smile while getting out of the bed. "My mom made breakfast." he says as he grabs my hand and slightly drags me downstairs.
I glance down at my phone and see that I have nine messages from Jamie.
Jamie: Wya?
Jamie: Paisley u good?
Jamie: Paisley
Jamie: jesus christ
Jamie: where are you??
Jamie: cmon pais answer me
Jamie: Nvm. Tell gray i said hi ;)
Jamie: dads mad
Jamie: fair warning before u walk into the house.
Me: Be home at 12
"Grayson, dear, can you get Paisley a plate?" Graysons mom says while handing him a white decorated dish. He takes it and puts pancakes and bacon on it then hands it to me. I muttered a thank you and waited for him to serve himself, which didn't take long. We all go and sit down at the table. "So Paisley hows your mom doing? I saw that she wasn't at the house yesterday." She asks and I frown. "I have no idea honestly, havent seen her in a bit."
Graysons mom stared at me in shock, "They're getting divorced, mom." Grayson mentions, not looking up from his food.
Well this shit is awkward.
We ate and chatted for a little longer. "Thank you for the breakfast, but I better get going." I smile as I place my fork on the empty plate infront of me. Graysons mom nods as Gray and I stand up from the table. He hands me my heels and dress, which is in a bag, and we head out to his truck.
The car filled with a comfortable silence, his hand was placed on my knee as we drove through the neighborhood to my house. As I was about to get out, Grayson tugged on my shirt. "Sit with me at lunch?" his low husky voice asks with his brown puppy dog eyes.
"Of course." I reply and peck his cheek.
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Shorter chapter. Sorry for not being very consistent with posting, im so exhausted and honestly getting a little bored of writing. I promise i'll get better 🫶🏼
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