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Grayson and I are going to Ethan's tonight, and I'm running late. I got off work late and it fucked everything up.
It's been two weeks since Christopher attacked me, and my chest is still healing. Ethan said I can get the stitches out soon though. The bruises are almost gone, but makeup can cover what's left of the marks.
As I pull on my shoes, I look out the window to see Grayson's car pull up. I quickly make my way to the door, not wanting to make him wait. I turn around to lock it as I step out. Grayson gets out of his car and jogs up the steps to get to me.
"Fuck, you look so good" He curses.
I didn't have time to do makeup, and I'm only in jeans and a crop top, yet he still acts like I'm the prettiest girl he's ever seen.
Although I won't admit it, Grayson's 24/7 compliments have helped my confidence. I do still slip sometimes and cave into my intrusive thoughts, but I actually wear clothes my size most of the time.
"Need to fucking touch you now" He adds.
And so it starts.
He puts his hands on my cheeks and tries to lean down to kiss me, but I stop him.
I still haven't kissed him again. It's driving him insane, but I think it's hilarious.
"Nuh-uh" I chuckle. He groans, sliding his hands down to my lower back. He tugs me to his chest and shoves his face into my neck.
"Gonna fucking kill me one of these days" He murmurs. I laugh at his frustration, sliding my hands up and down his back.
"Someone's gotta punish you," I tell him as we pull apart. He looks down at me with a smirk.
"Yeah? You're gonna punish me?" He grins. I roll my eyes at his insinuation and walk past him. I can feel his eyes drift down.
"Watch your eyes, Dolan" I warn. He chuckles.
"Can't help it" He mumbles. He follows me to his car and opens the door before I can, of course.
"Thanks" I mumble. He hums and shuts the door.
He walks around to his side and gets in. He glances at me once he turns the car on and leans over to pull my seatbelt over me.
"You know, it makes me really fucking nervous that I have to remind you to put your seatbelt on. Do you just not wear it when I'm not with you?" He questions. I shrug. It's not that I forget to put it on, I just have no interest in putting it on.
"You gotta wear it, babe. Need to keep you safe" He mumbles. He rubs his hand up and down before leaving it to rest a few inches above my knee. I simply shrug again. He sighs and lifts his hand to put the car in drive, only to rest his hand back on my thigh again. When his thumb moves back and forth, I think about pushing his hand away.
