Dandelion

Sixteen

Greyson forced his eyes shut as he laid there in pain next to Briar. It was taking everything he had to keep it together. She was drunk, that would be wrong on so many levels... but good god she was so sexy. This version of her was a flirt on another level that Greyson couldn't even keep up with. Never mind the fact that he practically confessed he was falling in love with her, not only in private, but in front of an entire crowd of people. There he was, laying next to her half naked ass in a small bed. He had self-control, but if she kept kissing him like that, kept pouting and begging, he would be on his knees and kissing her in places to make her beg in ways she'd be embarrassed about the next day.

She was quiet now, and he prayed she was asleep. She wasn't a danger to him if she was asleep. Greyson began to relax as he thought about her tears after he sang to her. She was sad? Why? What had he done wrong? She was so confusing sometimes.

A leg moved on top of his hips as he felt her wrap her arm around his chest and press her face into his back.

"What in the hell are you doing?" Greyson asked, trying to wiggle away. This was not helping the pain in his jeans at all.

"Being the big spoon. You're warm and I'm freezing," she whispered into his neck. Greyson shivered at her hot breath and wiggled out from her grip and fell on the floor. When he sat up on his knees and looked at her over the edge of the bed, she was on her belly, watching him with her head rested on her arm.

"Hi," she grinned lazily.

"Hi, could you please not do that?" he said seriously.

"What'd I do? It's cold in here," she sighed with her eyes heavy. Greyson let out a deep breath.

"Death, literal death, of me," he grumbled as he stood up and waved her over and climbed back in, this time facing her. Greyson pulled Briar in close, she buried her face in his chest, threw her leg back over his hips and wrapped her arm around his waist. Greyson felt her relax a moment later. She finally passed out. He shifted slightly and looked down; she was definitely out. Greyson kissed the top of her head as he held on to her tightly, his own eyes grew heavy.

The sun creeped in through the window in the room and Greyson inhaled deeply for a moment before he snuggled back up to Briar. Then he realized she was no longer there. Greyson's eyes flashed open as he sat up immediately and looked around. His heart raced and then he heard the door to the bathroom open. He looked to see her hair wrapped up in a towel and her body also wrapped up in a towel, and hiding practically nothing. Greyson's mouth fell open as she paused, her face turning pink.

"You're awake," she said nervously. Greyson didn't answer, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"I smelled like a bar, I needed a shower," she said and looked away. Greyson blinked a few times before he looked away quickly.

"S-Sorry," he muttered and got off the bed. He felt the pain in his jeans instantly come back and he moved to go to the bathroom. This was sober Briar, and she would not be as flirty. She went to move and somehow bumped into him.

"Sorry!" They shouted at the same time. Then kept stepping in front of one another, until Briar tripped over his feet and started to fall. Greyson reached for her and managed to trip backwards over her boots, pulling her along with him as they both fell to the ground now. She landed on top of him, and Greyson literally thought nothing could be worse.

"I'm so sorry," she kept saying. She went to roll off of him, but her towel started to come apart and Greyson quickly grabbed it to hold it in place.

"Please, don't let that open!" he said quickly as he tried to sit up, holding onto her in his lap.