And up until now, I had sworn to myself, that I'm content with loneliness
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Graysons still being super nice. And it's scaring the shit out of me. I keep waiting for him to snap at me, but it doesn't happen.
I almost lost it when I saw all the shit he bought. Wesley used to literally avoid me the entire week I was on my period. I've never had anyone be this kind to me. Not even my parents.
I end up falling asleep on Grayson, but he wakes me up after a bit to eat. I try to get him to let me sleep longer, but he doesn't budge. He makes me soup and it turns out really fucking good. I wish I could cook.
He convinces me to stay the night again, and I only agree because I'm too tired to walk home. Or at least, that's what I'm telling myself. My period always completely drains me.
I have work the next day, but Grayson isn't very happy about it.
"Just call in and stay with me" he groans. His arms are wrapped tightly around my waist and his head is shoved into the left side of my neck. He's careful not to touch my stitches, which are healing very well.
"I can't, they already emailed me and said today's gonna be busy" I reply. I gently run my fingers through his hair and it makes him relax against me.
"Please? We can do whatever you want" he tries to bribe. I shake my head.
"Nope"
He sighs dramatically and lifts his head to look at me.
"Can I bring you lunch?" he asks hopefully.
"If you want" I reply. He nods lightly.
"I do. What time?" he continues.
"My lunch break is from 2:30 to 3:30" I answer. He hums happily.
"I get you for a full hour?" he smirks. When he leans in towards my face with his eyes on my lips, I gently slap his cheek.
"Still not kissing you. Now get off so I can get up" I tell him. He groans loudly as he rolls off of me.
"Babe" he whines. I giggle at him, making him quickly look back at me.
"I'll see you at lunch" I hum, patting his chest. He stands to follow me.
"I'm driving you back to yours," he says quickly. He doesn't even let me argue.
His hand stays on my lower back as he walks me out to his car, opening the door for me too.
His hand falls to my thigh as he drives, barely sliding it up and down. He hums to the music playing softly from the radio and it's very calming.
When we get to my house, he walks me to the door. He watches Wesley's house for a moment but finds no sign that he's home. His car isn't there either.
