"I want a Sunday kind of love. A love to last past Saturday night."
Willow sat on her bed on Friday night listening to her favorite record by Etta James and Reading Dead Poets Society.
Gray had lent her his copy and told her to read it. The more Willow learned about this boy the more she wanted to be around him. She had often found herself daydreaming about him during breakfast earning herself a knowing smirk and a head shake from her grandmother.
Gray had written copious amounts of notes in this book and Willow loved taking the time to read all of them.
Since their kiss, Willow and Gray have spent almost every day together.
It had become a habit for Gray to climb into Willow's window at night to read with her. Most of those nights weren't spent reading but instead stolen kisses dancing and hushed laughter.
Cafe boy:
It's cold out here.
Cafe boy:
Are you gonna let me in?
Willow couldn't contain the smile that spread over her face as she jumped up from her bed to go to the window.
"Hi," Willow whispered.
"Hi," Gray whispered back leaning into the window to brush his lips with Willow's.
Willow smiled and pulled back to let him inside.
"I get to pick the music tonight," Gray said.
"Just don't pick anything-"
"Will, trust me"
"Fine," Willow grumbled as she fell back onto her bed.
Gray let a fond smile fall upon his face as he looked down at the girl on the bed.
He was so gone for this girl already.
"What are you going to play?"
"Shh" Gray whispered as he gently dropped the needle onto the record and let the beautiful beginning of Dream A Little Dream of Me by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong sound throughout the room.
Willow laid back down and smiled and Gray began to slowly dance around the room.
She let her eyes fall shut. Not because she was tired, but because she wanted to be sure this moment would be saved in her brain forever.
She opened her eyes to see Gray standing over her with his hand extended out toward her.
"Dance with me" he whispered.
And just like that, Willow was in his arms and they were slow-dancing in the dimly lit room.
Willow shivered as she felt Gray slip his hand down to her lower back to pull her even closer to him.
He reminded Willow of a cat in the way he nudged the side of his head with hers. That and the way he practically purred whenever Willow's hands were in his hair.
"Will" he whispered. Out of breath.
...
"Gray" was her return. Yet there was an unspoken understanding between the two.
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