Grey's

•𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎•

~𝚅~
𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚜

He lifted his right arm with no hesitation. I inspected his right arm which seemed to be covered in tattoos, a whole sleeve I believe. A snake wrapped around his elbow and traveled down his forearm. His tattoos were varied of different detailed and shaded in figures that stretched down his entire right arm all the way to his hand. A threatening skull with a knife in running through its head was on his right veiny hand. There were little tattoos on his fingers like barbed wire rings and some words in a different language across his knuckles.

"Grey Jones with tattoos." I stepped back in order to take a look over the entire masterpiece. I scanned back up into his eyes and lifted his left arm. His hand clenched a little bit as I examined. "It's-weird. But I kind of like it." I shrugged and looked up at him through my lashes as I traced his tattoos ever so softly. His head turns the other direction and I see a slight smile grow across his face.

His left arm is adorned with all sorts of tattoos down his bicep. Although it stops around his elbow. The ending is a dainty flower on the inside of his forearm where his elbow creases. It's so delicate compared to his mean, tough looking other ones. With its five pedals and in shaded black, much like all his tattoos, it is shaded darker on the inside then lightens as it fades outwards. There is a single leaf, and this tattoos just might be my favorite one. Either that or the aggressive looking tiger growling on his right bicep. Very macho man of him. 

The oven beeps and I hurry to get out the pizza. Wouldn't want our yummy pizza to burn to a crisp. Grey and I are hungry, so we waste no time setting plates down and getting everything ready. The pizza is sausage which is my favorite! I add a pepperoni one just in case Grey doesn't like sausage. Luckily, he does and snags a pepperoni and sausage slice.

"My favorite pizza topping is sausage!" I comment plopping my booty in the chair next to his. "whats yours?" I smack away with the stringy cheese falling off the pizza.

Munching he's quite until I poke him on his abdomen. He shoots up and groans a little bit.

"Woah! I'm sorry are you ok?" I hold my hands up, as my face floods with concern.

His face scrunches a little in pain but shakes his head and the pain is erased by his calm demeanor. He goes back to bite for his pizza as if nothing happened.

"Grey? Are you ok?" My ask with worry lacing every word.

"Yup. Just a little... sore." He says.

"oh." My finger lingers lightly on the counter, wondering if I should comfort him or brush the whole situation off my shoulder.

He takes them in his hands and when I expect him to move them away, he doesn't. He keeps them in his hands and looks at me. I look back but break my gaze first intimidated.

A finger moves to my chin and move it towards his face. We are so close I can hear his nose breathing so lightly.

"Are you going to kiss me?" I ask stupidly.

My response is exactly what I wanted. His hands let go of my fingers and grip the back of my head tenderly. His lips come very close yet so slow, and I anticipate it closing my eyes. His lips very slowly reach mine and I gasp at the contact under my breath.

It's such a tender sweet kiss I'm caught by surprise. His hand deepens in my hair, and I get lost in him.

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yup, this book lowkey sucks but i wrote this my sophomore year i think... so its poopy