My Prince Has a Lovely Scowl
By weathervane
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❝Why do you have to be so heavy?" I groaned between clenched teeth, my breathing space small and my body pressed against the cool wall and a sweatshirt belonging to someone else.
His hand made its way over my mouth as he hissed back at me. "They're called muscles, Wayland. And be quiet, for God's sake, do you want them coming over here?❞
I shook my head hesitantly as I looked up at his face. Though it was dark, I could make out his pale green eyes and wet hair, which was a mess only because I had made him run through drastic winds in the rain.
His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he continued watching through the crack of the door, his attention away from me. The situation was kind of funny, really. I mean, no one would have expected the two of us to be hiding from strange men in masks, who happened to be holding my backpack for hostage and keeping me away from dinner. I was seriously hungry.
But that wasn't even the best part.
No, no, the best part of this entire event was the fact that I was currently stuck in a cupboard with the one and only: Grayson Thorne.
FTR 9/17/18 12:18 Maryland In the love of my life’s arms aka my bed💛.