Waiting For Us [COMPLETED]

chapter 28 - daisy

Talia:

Grayson has a heavy head.

I know this because it's currently crushing my chest.

I lay on my back having just woken up from an insanely good night sleep. At first, I thought I was just having trouble breathing, until I remembered I have company, who is wedged on top of me. And when I say he is on top of me, I mean his head rests between my breasts and his arms circle my waist, pulling me to him like I'm a pillow.

Grayson looks peaceful as he sleeps. It might be creepy to watch him, but whatever. He's not awake to judge me. On most days his face is fixated in some sort of frown. Now, he just looks so calm. Like there's no other worry in the world.

He's very pretty.

Before I even realize what I'm doing, I reach up a hand and rake through his hair, pushing back the messy strands. It's soft. He rustles on top of me and I pause, thinking he's about to wake. A moment later he squeezes his arms tighter around my waist, holding me closer. Grayson hums and the sound vibrates against my chest.

I could get used to this. And by this I mean the heaviness of his head on my chest, because it will mean I can hold him and he can hold me.

All I remember from before we fell asleep was Grayson reading to me while I leaned on his shoulder. I must have thought it was so comfortable that couldn't keep my eyes open. Despite this slightly embarrassing fact, I'll need to thank him for calming me down last night. Iced coffee is always the way to go.

As I'm about to run my fingers through his hair again, my phone suddenly rings. Crap, I forgot it's only Thursday and we still have school.

Grayson nestles against me again, rubbing his head on my chest. I try not to think about how he's basically feeling up my breasts with his face. Expect, of course, now I'm thinking about it and I hate myself for liking it. Oops.

"Five more minutes," Grayson groans into my chest, still clinging onto my body for dear life.

I laugh, which startles him. He leans up off of me looking utterly confused and glances around the room with squinted eyes, adjusting to the light. I bet he's wondering where he is.

"Hi," I say, looking up at him from where I'm laying down.

He rubs his eyes and runs a hand across his face. Grayson scrunches his features together, appearing confused and a little embarrassed. His eyes jump down to my chest and they quickly look back up, redness now spreading across his cheeks. "Sorry I...I thought you were a pillow."

"It's fine," I say, shaking my head. To be perfectly honest, I don't mind being his pillow. He doesn't need to know that, though. I sit up. "You didn't know."

Grayson pushes his hair back, the same strands I was just petting. Why on Earth did I do that? "Why did your alarm go off? It's like six in the morning," he grumbles, his morning voice still present.