you show me things i didn't know i was into, i've never craved anyone like you
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I pull into Grayson's driveway at around 2:30, yawning as I park. I hate these shifts.
We lost someone today, which happens often, but I'll never get used to it. It was a very traumatic case, a boy no older than fifteen crashed his four-wheeler and flew into some barbed wire. It completely cut his stomach. He fought all the way to the hospital and all the way to surgery, but the damage was just too extreme. We all cried.
I'm the one who had to tell his family, and seeing them break down absolutely crushed me. It never gets easier.
Grayson is still awake when I get into his room, scrolling through his phone. He looks up as he sees me and smiles, but then frowns when he sees my face.
"You okay?" he asks quickly. I chuckle at his concern and nod. I don't understand how he reads me so well.
"Yeah, rough day at work," I say vaguely. He frowns and scoots to the edge of the bed, opening his arms for me. I happily step into them and rest my head on his.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" I mumble. He shrugs lightly.
"Told you I sleep better with you" he answers casually. I pull back and rest my hands on his cheeks to tilt his face up to me so I can kiss him.
He happily kisses me back, his arms tightening around my waist.
"Distract me" I blurt. He raises his eyebrows in shock.
"Distract you?" he repeats slowly. I nod my head.
"How?" he questions, even though I'm sure he knows what I mean.
I lean forward and kiss him slowly, lightly biting his bottom lip. When I pull back, his eyes are still on my lips.
He stares at me for a moment, as if he's waiting for me to change my mind. When I don't, he smoothly twists us around, pushing me onto the bed. He doesn't hesitate before climbing over me and pushing his lips back to mine.
"Been thinking about you all day" he murmurs, moving to kiss my neck. I grip his hair and hum in agreement.
"Thinking about you trembling under me, I fucking love the way you react to my touch" he continues. As if to prove his point, he slides his hand under my shirt and up my stomach. It makes my entire body shiver.
I love his dirty talk.
He pushes my shirt up until he can pull it off, his eyes dropping down to my chest. He smirks slightly, making me blush, and pull him back down to kiss me.
I tug on the bottom of his shirt and he quickly gets the hint, barely pulling away so he can take it off. He moves onto my pants, struggling to untie the string. He has to pull back to look at it.
