Minor Difference

chapter 34: hospitality

Violet

I twist the doorknob open and I'm immediately met with Greyson.

Greyson with a tray full of food and snacks in his arms. Hopefully for me.

"Lay down," He orders, direction his head towards his bed. For some reason, I am compelled to do exactly what he says, With no questions asked.

I do as he says, sliding into his soft bed as he places the tray into my lap then goes into his bathroom.

With the tray sitting perfectly on my lap, I now can see exactly what's on it.

He had made some hearty chicken soup, saltine crackers, bread and a nice gatoraid. I guess this stuff is good for energy replenishing. I really don't know. And I don't care.

I pick up the soup spoon next to the porcelain bowl when I hear the door next to me open. It reveals Greyson.

Shirtless Greyson at that.

He had changed out of his trunks into some plaid pj bottoms that hung low on his hips. His V-line in full view.

His muscles rippled as he uses a towel to dry his dark hair.

I've never seen a this naked in person before. Actually- nevermind. I have.

Ugh, just when I was forgetting it happened too.

Grey stops drying his hair with a drop of the towel. His eyes catch my weird staring ones.

Why does this keep happening.

"Mmmm, What do you keep staring at little one?," His pink lips curl into a sly, knowing smirk. I know he's teasing me on purpose, but I can't help the heat that rises to my face.

"Y-you're not gonna put on a shirt?," I gulp.

"You're not gonna eat that delicious soup I made you?," His freaking smirk grows wider. Why is he doing this. WHAT is he doing.

I smile back uncomfortably, resuming my place in consuming the food in front of me. I pick up the spoon and dip it into the brown soup bringing it to my mouth.

While doing so, Greyson takes a seat near the end of the bed near my feet. Taking the pleasure of watching me closely as I eat.

Ignoring the annoying boy, I savor the delicious taste of chicken soup.

"How does it taste?," He says in a low voice that vibrates deep in his chest. The sound seeming to go straight to my stomach. Manifest into a swarm of feral butterflies.

My eyes snap to him immediately, "It's, um, great. Very good," I lick my lips, tasting the soup on them.

I go for another scoop when my feet is grabbed by his warm, large calloused hands.

"uh, what're you d-doing," I sound like such an idiot. Why is he making me so nervous. Why am i actively letting him know he's making me nervous.

"Rubbing your feet... Unless that's not okay with you. Is it okay? Are you okay?," Grey asks hurriedly. It's now his time to be nervous.

"No! I don't know? I think I'm just tired maybe. Can I take a nap?," I pull my feet out of his grasp. His eyes are still boaring into me as I use everything in my power to avoid them.

He nods his head his face dropping from doing so. He grabs the tray that was lying on my lap, placing it on the bedside table next to me.

I take my time getting underneath the heavy feather duvet. The last time i slept in his bed was one of the bed sleeps i've had. So I am really looking forward to this nap.

"Thank you...for the food and stuff," A sigh, digging my head into the soft pillow.

I look up at Greyson. From my position, I'm pretty much leveled with his crotch which forces me to really strain my eyes to look up at his face.

His head cocks to the side with his beautiful smirk returning to his face. His voice hums in acceptance as he turns on his heels to head out the room.

With every step he takes, a feeling within me tells me to not let him leave. The words bubbling in my throat. Almost overflowing.

I have to hold it in. There is no reason for him to stay anyways. He can't possible just watch me sleep. That's creepy.

And why would I WANT him to stay. He's an annoying little white boy with daddy issues with a weird fixation on being my friend. I've always tried to avoid him. Why is that trying to change now.

"uhm, where are you going?," Oh come on. I couldn't have stayed quiet for a couple more seconds. His hand was literally on the door knob.

"To the living room. Why?," He is facing me again. Abs and chest still on full display. His dark hair still volume-less against his forehead.

"you can stay...,"

Greyson's eyes grow wide and he tries to hide a smile by pursing his lips, but failing.

"Okay.. Well scooch on over, Princess," He gives up on hiding his smile with a skip as he heads over the the other side of the bed.

I, too, Can't help but smile a bit.

The bed besides me dips and is replaced with a warm presence. I flip my body over to face him.

My breath hitches. Our faces are just inches away. I can see every single detail on his face, and i'm sure he can see mine too.

I can see his soft freckles across his nose. The emerald green of his eyes. The rosy pink on his lips. The straight, sharpness of his jaw and adam's apple. He's like the epitome of being masculine and pretty.

"Is this what you wanted?," His voice is quieter and deeper. The same voice from earlier that gave the butterflies. It still has the same effect. My voice still stuck, I'm simply nod in response.

I still stare at him. Amazed by his unique beauty. Wondering if he thinks the same. Wondering if he thinks i'm ugly. or weird. Wondering if he likes me...

gosh, violet. What are you saying.

I release my visual hold of his face. The insecurity from my thoughts showing.

Until I felt a large hand placed perfectly on my waist, like it belonged. The hand pulls me into Greysons body. Our faces even closer together.

Now I can't breathe at all.

"You're fucking cute, you know that right," The tip of his nose brushes against the bridge of mine. Almost as if he was asking for permission to kiss me.

The air is so thick with temptation and I can't help but give in.

"Can I kiss you, Vi?," He finally asks, his hand that is placed on my waist gripping tightly. The butterflies swarming in my stomach start to settle into my lady parts. A feeling I don't experience often.

I nod again, unable to speak.

My face is grabbed so quick. His lips attached to mine in a heartbeat. He was soft and gentle, and tasted sweet. I never knew how much I craved this. To have him against me.

I needed more.

I placed my hands flat on his chest, feeling his smooth pale skin. As my hands explore, he gets more hungry with the kisses. Deepening it and going faster. I can't help but let out a small whimper.

Greyson definitely must've heard, because he stops.

Oh god, what the heck just happened.