I'm so indecisive so I changed my mind on the edits lol, I put the song at the top of each chapter so you can listen as you read! Might still post the edits on tiktok but idk. Also, I got a new phone so I should be updating more frequently :)
do I wanna know? - arctic monkeys
Do I wanna know, if this feelin' flows both ways?
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Grayson doesn't leave my side and doesn't let me leave for a solid few days. And he doesn't stop asking if I'm okay. If I say I'm fine and he asks ten minutes later, I'm still going to be fine. He doesn't need to ask every two seconds.
Although it's annoying, it's also sweet. It's nice for someone to care, but I think he just feels bad. He still thinks it's his fault.
He doesn't let me go home, instead forcing me to sleep over for several nights in a row. I don't know how he doesn't hate me or want to kill me yet.
As we're getting into his bed on the third night, he tugs me to him. He shoves his head into my neck for a moment, lightly kissing my skin before he pulls back.
"Will you kiss me yet?" he asks hopefully. I shake my head.
"Still no" I answer. He pouts. Literally fucking pouts. He's so fucking cute.
"Why not?" he asks sadly. I shrug, even though we both know the answer.
"C'mon, please? Know you want to" he urges. I shake my head.
"Nope" I mumble. He huffs.
"I'm going to fucking die if you don't kiss me in the next three seconds," he says dramatically. I roll my eyes at him, trying not to smile.
Fuck, he's so... alluring.
"Okay" I reply casually. He leans forward, but I only lean away from him, shoving him off of me and rolling onto my side.
"Hey" he pouts again. I chuckle.
"You don't look very dead to me" I point out. He rolls his eyes.
"You're a brat, you know that?" he retaliates. I close my eyes.
"Yup" I agree. He huffs and grabs my hips to pull me to him.
"Please kiss me, I'm having like– fucking withdrawals or something, I need your lips" he pleads again. I look up at him and his eyes fall to my lips.
He's barely kissed me, how could he have "withdrawals"?
"No" I smile innocently. He groans loudly, throwing his head back against the pillow.
"What do I have to do? I'll do anything" he says quickly. I raise my eyebrows at him.
He can't possibly want to kiss me that badly. He could kiss anyone he wants, why would he want to kiss me?
