Dance With Me | G.D
SLOW UPDATES* "What if the press find out about us?"
Gray scanned the room, "I..don't see the press anywhere, do you?"
Cristina giggled in response, "Idiot."
"Are you sure?" He softly asked, brushing her hair away from her face.
"I'm sure," she pants.
Grayson held her legs down firmly as he stroked them.
He clamped a hand onto her mouth to suppress her moan, "Sh, the other backup dancers are staying over at my place, we don't want to wake them up."
Grayson kissed her bottom lip and leaned in closer. He gently pushed her chest down against the bed and dominantly crawled on top.