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19| The Deal

I've been a nervous mess all day. I don't know if I want time to speed up to get this over with or slow down because if it doesn't I'm going to hurl. I don't even know why I'm so nervous to begin with. It's just Greyson and it's just dinner.

Not a date, just dinner.

It's times like these that I'm glad Mya and I are occupied with our lives right now. She can read me like a book and I have absolutely no explanation for my feelings right now, nor would she approve of the human causing them. It's not like I want to keep this a secret, it's just best if no one knows incase this whole second chance thing blows up. I don't want it to ruin what could possibly be for her and Jacob.

After an hour of trying to decide on an outfit I throw on a hoodie with leggings because it's just dinner. Despite the hour I took to get ready I'm still outside of Greyson's house at six. That's dinner time right?

I knock on the door and wait for a minute or two before knocking again. Just as I'm about to knock a second time Greyson opens the door standing in nothing but a towel.

I try to pick my jaw up from the floor but— okay let's be honest I absolutely did not.

A dark towel hanging low on his hips showcasing his V- line and toned abs to pair. Greyson isn't super muscular, but he goes to the gym regularly and my god can you tell. His hair is still wet and literally droplets of water fall along his chest and abs outlining them. I didn't even realize I was staring until he spoke, his voice a little lower than usual.

"You're early, and you're drooling. Come in."

"Am not!"

"What? You're not early or you weren't drooling?"

"I wasn't drooling and I'm not early. Can you not have a conversation with me in a towel? It's very..."

"Distracting?"

"Inappropriate."

"Okay I'm sorry you just... came, a little earlier than I expected. I'll be back down in a sec," he shouts walking up the stairs. I can't help but steal a glance and his back as it flexes a little with every step.

Great, now I'm gonna think about scraping my nails across it at some point throughout dinner.

Gross.

I take a seat on the sofa of the living room I've come to familiarize. It's funny because two months ago that sentence would've made me barf, now it's just a sentence to me.

"Hey, sorry for the wait, would you like anything to drink?"

"No thank you. You know, you ask me that every time I'm here. Why?"

"Host's manners," is all he says with a shrug.

"Okay, so what's for dinner?"

"That," he says taking a seat on the floor in front of me, "is completely up to you."

"I get to choose? Why? How am I supposed to decide?"

" I don't know... whatever you're in the mood for, I'll cook."

"I don't know what I'm in the mood for. How about you just surprise me, okay?"

"Aww Princess, I'm honored that—"

"Don't."

He puts his hand up in mock surrender, "Okay fine, but you have to promise to stay in the living room until I'm done."

"Hmm, what's in it for me if I do?" I say challenging him as he walks into the kitchen.

There's a long pause before he shouts from the other side, "A kiss."

"Gross, that's not a reward, that's punishment."

"Fine. Ice cream anytime you want for a month, on me."

"Deal."

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