Unbreakable Love

The Morning Aftermath

Jayden's POV

We woke up at 8 AM this morning. Grayson and I were like walking zombies with messy hair, baggy eyes that kept closing every once in a while, and low energy. We only got two hours of sleep yesterday since we got distracted doing... other things. Grayson and I haven't said much since then, only some awkward interactions between the two of us.

I'm currently in the shower, cleansing myself from that wild, heated night. I stand there, in front of the shower head as I let the cool water run down my skin. When I close my eyes, my mind takes me back to last night. All I can picture is Grayson on top of me as I'm laying on my back, biting my lower lip to prevent moans from escaping my mouth, all while digging my nails into his back from the intense experience.

It's not just images popping in my head, but also the sounds. The sounds of our pleasure release through our lips. It was all still fresh in my head.

I quickly open my eyes to remove those vivid memories from my head. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm aware Grayson has a girlfriend and yet I still did it with him. God, I feel awful. Not only that, but I'm not sure if this will affect my friendship with him.

As much as I'm ashamed of having sex with Grayson, I can't deny the ever-lasting pleasure and enjoyment I had with him in those illicit hours. He's the only guy that I've hooked up with that can hit my g-spot.

But either way, I still regret it happened in the first place. On one hand, I'm shocked it even happened. On the other hand, a little part of me has seen it coming and I'm angry for not stopping it. I'm angry at myself, at Grayson, at everything. I'm honestly glad one of the staff told us to keep it down because Grayson and I stopped after that. If we were to have properly finished last night then I would've felt even more shitty.

I get out of the shower and dry my wet body with a towel. I slip on the same clothes I wore since I didn't pack an extra set of clothes to change into. Putting my pants on took me a lot of effort. My legs feel like jello, not strong enough to hold my upper weight.

Grayson on the other hand seems perfectly fine. Of course. I exit the bathroom with my hair still damp while cleaning my ears with a q-tip. Grayson is arched on the couch using his phone while his elbows rest on his lap. He soon notices me and murmurs, "Finally..." to himself. "You ready?" he asks as he stands up.

"Ready for what?" I ask.

"To go back home?" He says with an attitude.

"Oh uhh... yeah..." I reply.

Without any hesitation, he turns to the front door and walks out. He doesn't give me a chance to catch up so I just had to quickly follow him down the halls until we reached the elevator.

When we entered the elevator not a single word left our mouths. The elevator didn't even have music that'll fill the awkward silence. Grayson didn't seem bothered by it though. I don't think. He just stood there with an empty stare with his hands in his pockets as he waits for the doors to open. I don't even bother to look his way just to prevent any awkward interactions with him.

I'm not sure why he's acting this way. I wanted to talk about what happened last night so we could resolve this predicament, but it seems like he had no interest in talking about it, which is one of the many reasons why he annoys me so goddamn much. He always hates talking about any sort of problem. He finds it easier to just ignore the whole thing and move on from it rather than resolve the issue. Ugh, I hate how stubborn he is. I don't wanna shut down our illicit affair without coming up with some sort of agreement, or at least coming to terms with it. Because I both know we fucked up and I know it might affect our friendship in the near future if we carry that weight on our shoulders. Which I don't want to happen.