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When I wake up next, Grayson is still asleep. With as little movement as possible, I reach to get my phone off his nightstand. He shifts, but only to tighten his grip around me. His eyes stay closed and he quickly relaxes again.
It's already eight and he's not awake. He must be tired, he's usually up by now.
I respond to a few texts, one of them being Ethan. He asks if I want to hang out today, which I immediately agree to. I want to talk to him about Wesley. Maybe he'll know what to do.
I'm positive Graysons only response is to physically hurt him. And as much as Wesley hurt me, I don't want to do that.
I tell him I'm at Grayson's, but it doesn't seem to shock him. Or at least, he doesn't show any shock through his texts. He even offers to pick me up on the way to my house for breakfast.
It takes me the entire fifteen minutes it takes for him to get here for me to get the courage to sneak out of Grayson's grip. I end up putting a pillow where I was to try to let him sleep for longer. I bothered him last night, so he deserves to get some sleep.
I explain last night's events to Ethan and Kristina as we drive to my house and it doesn't take long for Kristina to threaten to kill Wesley. I assure her that she doesn't need to do that and that I'll figure it out. I don't know that I actually will, but she doesn't need to know worry about me.
When we get to my house, I quickly take a shower while they start on breakfast. I end up losing some self-control and put Grayson's hoodie on when I get dressed. I can't help it, it's comfortable and warmer than all of my hoodies.
Ethan speaks to me as soon as I enter the kitchen.
"Hey, Gray just texted me and asked for your number, you want me to give it to him?"
I sigh and shrug. He's probably mad at me. Like he always seems to be.
"Sure" I answer. He types on his phone before shoving it in his back pocket so he can continue on breakfast. I offer to help, but he assures me that he doesn't need any.
Within barely a minute, my phone rings with a FaceTime call.
"Is that him?" I ask Ethan, showing him the number. He laughs as he nods.
"He's so weird" I mumble but answer the call anyway.
I sit at the island and put the phone flat against my knee with the back camera on so he can't see me. I know I look awful with wet hair.
I finally push the button to answer the call. His face pops up on the screen and he still doesn't have a shirt on. It's very distracting.
"Where are you? Why did you leave?" He interrogates. I roll my eyes.
